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The year of 1971-72 for B.C.S. is over. This magazine 
as a whole tries to record it. This particular section attempts 
a preface, or rather, a review of the year. It is framed to 
"feature" those particular moments and major events that 
characterized it, not as an average year but one marked 
as an exception. 

Events and dates don't form the year. Instead, it is 
the general feeling, the tone that sets the quality of the 
events and dates. Those facts, in turn, reflect the year. 
In September the masters, and especially the prefects, were 
there to make things roll, not to set limitations. A tie and 
jacket weren't needed for supper. The fiasco of hair was 
finally settled and the limits of length were loosened. These 
were trivial, petty sources for much friction and they had 
come to an end. Cadets was changed from drill and march- 
ing to an afternoon of activities. One could choose from 
fire-fighting, hunter safety, driver's education, first aid 
and life-saving. New Boy line was an educational invitation 
to the school not a monkey line for prefects to let out steam 
on the new boys and subject them to a caste out of which 
they weren't allowed to rise. Bitter, wounding 'rap' no longer 
seemed to be such a truth at school. Not quite like before, 
this year seemed to give more of an opportunity. The 
individual felt he could stress more in his own field. This 
feeling was carried through and led by our seniors and 
Seventh Form. They were going to make something out of 
what they did. 

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As in every year there were things that didn't 
pull through well and things that just turned 
over and died. Yet 1972 was studded with 
enough good events to bleach out those bad. 
King's Hall was, for the first time, under the 
same management and it was no problem 
for the "other sex" to join in almost every major 
activity. The girls' presence made things much 
more natural and made the sightseeing much 
more pleasant. They bused over here for every- 
thing from Driver's Ed. to cheerleading. To- 
gether we could do many more things with 
benefit from both sides. 

Good feeling strengthened with the variety 
of these many things. Events like Mountain 
Day straight down to the lectures given by out- 
side speakers and to the Sunday afternoon skating 
with the girls gave the needed breaks. To climb 
up the endless cliffs of Mount Mansfield and to 
face nature with its beauty and biting cold tore 
us completely away. We returned from Mountain 
Day refreshed. This experience was further 
undertaken by a group called Mountain Country. 
By the end of June they have tracked over 200 
miles of Appalachian Mountains. A group 
initiated just this year, it is a benefit and 
experience for all who take part. 

Everything began to truly roll as the Tea 
Dance came into sight. It was an example of 
full participation and the spirit to do a thing 
well. A dance is a small thing to take note of 
yet its quality and success indicated much. The 
Winter Carnival was another example of bustling 
activity. The Fifth Form worked together to 
produce three days of just plain good old fun. 
Drama has reached a peak. More and more boys 
have found acting to be in their field of interest. 
There has been our own production of "Child's 
Play", a King's Hall production "I Remember 
Mama", one act from "Macbeth", the Lennox- 
ville Players' "My Fair Lady" and, for the first 
time, a House Drama Festival, providing a 
wide opportunity. This keen interest brought 
out a high calibre that probably never before 
had been reached. Debating, too, has reached 
a great interest and a new high. Under Mr. 
McFarlane, Agora's program has been widened 
to include a quarter of the school's population. 
Its liveliness has given strength known through- 
out the country. The school won the Quebec 
Independent Schools Championship and had top 
debaters in both the Provincials and the Nationals 
and, above all, it was responsible for and host 
of the first Provincial Debating tournament in 
Quebec's history. 

For a school of two hundred we've succeeded in some amazing accomplish- 
ments. Sports has to be near the top of the list. Granted we had some talent; how- 
ever, this year it was put to its fullest service. The coaches, and especially some 
of the new ones, seemed to instill a fresh incentive and the boys worked for this 
higher standard with a strong spirit. The spirit was not only within the teams them- 
selves but in the whole school. It was difficult to talk after games, not necessarily 
because we were so overwhelmed but because we were hoarse from cheering. It 
all seemed to pay off as we won seven out of a possible thirteen championships. 
Nothing more need be said. 

School is to educate and all this extra-curriculum is part of our learning. But do 
we have time to do anything in the classroom? Academics also follows the trend. 
Courses have been widened more and more. Art, for instance, now includes almost 
all there is to know about it. The enthusiasm has brought quality as can be seen 
from the end products displayed at the art room, dances and on the mural walls. 
A course on wine has even been brought into the Seventh Form. Accomplishment 
shows as at Easter twenty-eight per cent of the school received academic achieve- 
ment ties. This is the highest per cent ever since the recognition has been estab- 

The achievements have been listed but they don't determine the success of 
the year as the feeling involved does. Individuals weren't striving just for themselves. 
This can be seen in the social service group. Under Mr. Art Campbell they have 
flourished to aid those underprivileged who need our help. Over three hundred 
dollars was raised for the Foster Parents Plan on one walkathon. The thing that 
brought the year through as such a success was the better feeling one had for the other 


There are three leading men who have made a great 
sacrifice to serve the school this year as they have served 
the many years before. Yet with deepest regret from all 
their terms now end at B.C.S. The boys, having only 
known their last years at B.C.S., could not tribute enough 
Mr. Evans, Mr. Patriquin and Mr. Large and 
their wives with a dinner at 'Au Petit Sabot' and token 
gifts. Something more has to be said. 

Thirty-eight years ago Mr. Evans began his stay as 
a master in the Prep. From there he began his devotion 
to his students and the school. It was not so long until 
he adopted from the boys the nickname Uncle Lew 
because it portrayed his character — a kind, gentle guy 
who would take you in as part of the family yet still, if 
something wasn't keeping it up to par, would have no 
hesitation in letting you know. Under this philosophy 
Uncle Lew flourished and was respected and loved by 
all. He began with drama. From near scratch he has 
put together a Player's Club that has become a major 
and integral part of life at school. His involvement with 
the community also brought into existence the Lennoxville 
Players. He finished his directing career with a boom 
as he put together with genuine talent a superb 
production of 'My Fair Lady'. Way before we started 
winning the Triangle Meet, Mr. Evans launched skiing 
on a major and competitive basis. He coached many a 
winning team and, without doubt, has brought skiing here 

to stay. For many years he took charge of the school 
magazine and even had it out by the Closing in June (a 
note to the Editor). Yet above all this, and including even 
his term as housemaster, he was a teacher. As head of the 
English Department he was a man who first made sure 
you knew the fundamentals. Then you would excel 
through his inspiration, knowledge and talent. To Uncle 
Lew and Betty for all you've built up, done and cared 
for we love you and, by God, are we ever going to miss 

As Graham Patriquin left with a hush in mid-May 
for his hip and knee operation we realized in his absence 
that a part of school had left with him. A man who had 
devoted his life to the school, Mr. Patriquin carried a 
great deal of its tradition, pride and service. His devo- 
tion to the school was performed through a high set of 
ideals and principles that he would never let fall through. 
With unbounded spirit and strength he undertook count- 
less responsibilities. 

His first responsibility was being a teacher. He is 
known throughout the province for his enthusiasm and 
intellectual pursuit to educate his students in the subject 
of History. He put in endless time in the rifle range as 
he did for the Annual Cross Country and Sports Day. 
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Mr. Patriquin is almost singularly responsible for minor hockey development 
in school and the Eastern Townships. He coached team after team and strove 
for the highest code of sportsmanship at B.C.S. as an example to all the area. 
The strength of his devotion and the people's gratitude was shown with the 
presentation of the Graham Patriquin Trophy awarded to the Eastern Townships 
Midget Hockey Champions. 

Graham has long been the only source of school records. He has taken great 
care to keep the Old Boys connected with the school and the school connected 
with the Old Boys. He has been the editor and the sole backbone of the Old Boys' 
Bulletin for many, many years. There he has led us as our man of B.C.S. As a 
man responsible to the individual he praised when one was worthy and tried to aid 
when one was in need. He strove only for excellency in this school. Graham 
Patriquin will be a missing link hard to replace. 

The last of these three great men is our headmaster, Mr. Large. He had 
become so strongly attached and devoted to the school that he took each student's 
and each master's concern as his own. He had a common interest to guide 
each individual as part of the school. To every hockey game, to every 
school play and to every other school event there would be our Headmaster. In his 
nine years his personal relation to all that functions in the school has broken down 
many of the old barriers. He emphasized that there are not classes of masters, 
prefects, students and new boys but a group working for one another. Stewart 
listened to all and his fairness furthered the progress of the school with many 
new undertakings. The accomplishments that have come under him are endless. 
This year is one of them and it has been a grande finale. With his leadership the 
school has become a better place. As Mr. Large made his closing speech we 
honoured and respected him — we always will. 



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June 1972 ends one chapter of Bishop's 
College School after a long one hundred 
and thirty-six years. There are things that 
will be lost yet there are so many to gain. 
Education takes in more than book and ruler, 
and Mr. Cowans and the boys and girls together 
will have the opportunity to grow with it in its 
widest and most natural scope. Yet with 1972 
let's not close the book on one school. Our 
success has been in the direction of the future. 
This year the students weren't shut in by rules 
and regulations, rather they have been compro- 
mised as a guidance. The masters and prefects 
were listening more for logic than tradition. 
There seemed to be, at last, some breathing 
room. People were happier because of it and 
felt they were free to step ahead in their interests. 
This good feeling brought achievements and 
the success brought good feeling — from there 
it was built. Let it continue. 





Executive Committee 

Brig. General J. H. PRICE, o.b.e., m.c,, (Honorary Chairman) Montreal 

HUGH HALLWARD, Esq., (Chairman) Montreal 

HARTLAND L. PRICE, Esq., C.A., (V ice-Chairman) Montreal 

T. S. GILLESPIE, Esq., (Ass't. Secretary) Montreal 

R. G. BREMNER, Esq., Montreal 

R. L. HENRY, Esq., Montreal 

ERIC H. MOLSON, Esq., Montreal 

RAYMOND C. SETLAKWE, Esq., Thetford Mines 

DESMOND N. STOKER, Esq., Montreal 

Mrs. F. C. WINSER, Montreal 


DOUGLAS H. BRADLEY, Esq., North Hatley 

F. S. BURBIDGE, Esq., Montreal 


C. L. O. GLASS, Esq., m.a., d.c.l., d. d'u., Massawippi 
I. H. F. KENNY, Esq., Ottawa 

Mrs. A. I. MATTHESON, Montreal 

Hon. Mr. IUSTICE WM. MITCHELL, D.C.L., Ayer's Cliff 


IOHN R. McLERNON, Esq., Vancouver 

R. R. McLERNON, Esq., Montreal 

IOHN W. SHARP, Esq., Montreal 

W. S. TYNDALE, Esq., Q.c, Montreal 

PETER G. WHITE, Esq., Sherbrooke 

Advisory Board 

IOHN F. BAILLIE, Esq., Montreal 
H. WEIR DAVIS, Esq., Q.c, Montreal 
SYDNEY DENMON, Esq., Montreal 

D. O'C. DOHENY, Esq., Montreal 

Hon. C. M. DRURY, c.b.e., d.s.o., e.d., Ottawa 

Major E. DE L. GREENWOOD, Dorval 

I. P. G. KEMP, Esq., Toronto 

Lt. Col. H. C. MACDOUGALL, Montreal 

Major T. H. P. MOLSON, Montreal 

IOHN G. PORTEOUS, Esq., Q.c, Montreal 



Top to Bottom, left-right: S. Lewis, A. Graham, J. Thatcher, P. Marchuk, 
A. Barwick, P. Ostrom, M. Frosst, R. Lloyd, Esq., P. Lawee, M. Zinay, 
M. Stephen, R. Glass, G. Hallward, S. Frazer. 

OF 'B.CS. 72' 

EDITOR - R. Glass 

LAYOUT - S. Fraser, G. Hallward (ass't) 

PHOTOGRAPHY - P. Lawee, P. Ostrom 

COPY - M. Stephen 

GRADS — A. Barwick 

SPORTS - P. Marchuk 

LITERARY - M. Frosst 

BUSINESS - M. Zinay, J. Thatcher, T. Graham 

ART — S. Lewis 



Standing, left-right: P. Ostrom, G. McGee, H. Simkovifs, M. Stephen. 

Sitting, left-right: K. Reardon, F. S. Large (Headmaster), R. Glass (Head Prefect), P. Brooke. 




— F. Stewart Large, M.A., Columbia University, 
B.A., Trinity College, University of Toronto 


— J. G. Patriquin, B.A., Acadia University 
(Head — History Department) 

R. L. Evans, M.A., Bishop's University, B.A., 
Trinity College, University of Toronto 


H. Doheny, B.A., B.C.L., McGill University, 


R. R. Owen, B.A., Bishop's University 


A. P. Campbell, B.A., Queen's University, 


R. P. Bedard, B.A., Loyola College, B.Ed., 
University of Sherbrooke (housemaster) 

J. D. Cowans, M.A., University of Montreal, 
B.A., Sir George Williams University, 


Rev. F. H. K. Greer, M.A., Dalhousie University 
D. A. G. Cruickshank, B.A., Bishop's University 


R. O. Lloyd, M.A., University of Western Ontario 


D. J. Campbell, B.Sc Bishop's University 


W. W. Badger, B.A., Bishop's University, 


A. Robertson, B.A., St. John's College, 
Oxford University (housemaster) 

Mrs. F. Taboika, Escuela Normal, 

Buenos Aires (part-time Spanish teacher) 

B. Ander, B.Sc., University of 
British Columbia 

C. Goodwin, B.A., Bishop's University 

H. McFarlane, B.A., B.Ed., Mount 
Allison University 

A. J. Stuart Bateman, M.A., Trinity 
College, Dublin 

N. Campbell. B.A., Queen's University 

E. Detchon, B.A., Bishop's University, 
Certificat de deuxieme degre d'etudes 
francaises, Grenoble 

D. Dutton, B.Sc, Bishop's University, 
M.Sc, McMaster University 

W. Nugent, B.P.E., University of New Brunswick 

J. A. Parker, B.Sc, University of Western, Ontario 

director of athletics — Major S. F. Abbott, 
CD., C.S., of C. 

admissions and development officer 

Mr. R. D. Medland, D.S.O., CD. 

organist — Mrs. Bertha Bell, L. Mus., 
Dominion College of Music 

music teacher — Mrs. E. Detchon, 
Royal School of Music 

librarians — 

Mrs. L. M. Allison, A.L.A., 

London England 

Mrs. N. MacFarlane, B.A., 
Mount Allison University 

Mrs. B. Albert 

Mrs. N. Richardson 

art — Mr. D. Morgan, Diploma School of Art and 
Design, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts 

nurses — Mrs. P. Belton, R.N., Mrs. O. Coombes, R.N. 

bursar and secretary — Lt. Col. J. L. Blue, E.D. 

headmaster's secretary — Miss D. Dutton 

secretary staff 

— Miss M. Miltimore 
Miss C. Taylor 
Mrs. J. Meagher 


— Mrs. L. M. Brady 

The Masters 
We Welcome As New Arrivals 


Top right, Mr. Dutton; Top left, Mr. Nugent; Bottom left, Mr. Parker. 


This year we have a trio of additions to 
the Masters. The first member of their all-out 
group is David Dutton. Mr. Dutton brings his 
intellectual, quick self straight from McMaster 
University to our Math Department. He, and 
his dog, Tess, are a respected couple. 
Together they've coached Junior Soccer, 
brought new interest to touring in cross-coun- 
try skiing and done Glass House duty with a 
thoughtful, friendly hand. 'Dudley' will never 
cease to amaze us with his rapid explanations 
using his innumerable equations and, of 
course, his jokes. 

On the more athletic side we have jocks, 
Messrs. Parker and Nugent. Mr. Parker with 
Toronto teaching experience heads the Physics 
Department. But more to his liking he heads 
track. As an incredible feat he has brought 
indoor track to our tunnels. He took charge 
of the Spring track team and with his new 
tactics, gimmicks and self-participation has 
made it a success and even fun. His limits 
are not bound there as he directs the band, 
the astronomy club and Jane Bennett. 

Mr. Nugent bred his teaching talents at our 
rival school, A.G.R.H.S., which we have man- 
aged to overlook. He coaches Senior Football, 
Bantam Hockey, field events in Track and 
mathematic classes. He has brought and de- 
veloped a keen interest in sports. He, in his 
kind, thoughtful way, has added greatly to 
the school spirit. 

Les nouveaux have fitted in well with us. 
We hope to have their presence and great 
contribution for a long time to come. 


The Masters 
Who Leave Us 

This year not only marks the end of a term at B.C.S. 
for Mr. Large, Mr. Patriquin and Mr. Evans, as men- 
tioned in the feature article, but also for another four 

A master who has planted himself well into B.C.S. 
life in a short two years returns to his native England. 
Mr. Bateman's grin and British humour were always 
carried with him. This broke the ice and we could feel 
and know that he understood us as boys. He re-initiated 
a squash crease and prompted its activity to some 
memorable competitions, victories and experiences. He 
gave to the squash crease, Senior Soccer, the inter- 
mediate cricket, and his geography classes a pronounced 
interest. Those nights in Smith without Bates on duty 
won't be the same. We wish he wasn't such a 'swine' as 
to leave us but we also wish him the best of luck. 

Another two year veteran, and the other half of our 
geography department, leaves our ranks — Mr. Neil 
Campbell. This number three of the B.C.S. Campbell 
clan took upon himself a faithful participation in school 
activities, bringing a new spark to inter-mural hockey 
and soccer and heading the First XI Cricket. He's so 
calm, cool and collected we wonder where he got the 
virtuosity to grow a beard. The boys had a trust in Neil 
because of his sincerity — for this especially we regret 
to lose him. 

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Above, Mr. N. Campbell; Below, Mr. Bateman. 


We'll be missing some other old familiar faces next year — 
between the two of them, Mr. Greer and Mr. Bedard have 
served here for twenty-four years. Mr. Greer preached and 
led us in prayer as School Chaplain for ten years. In the same 
time he has taught Latin, English and History and led Agora 
— all of which he has done with a great cultural knowledge. 
You could sit down and have a cup of tea with hirn and talk 
about anything. Whatever the subject he knew about it and you 
could learn from his intellectual conversation. You didn't have 
to be anyone special. Mr. Greer accepts each one as he is and 
he has guided and given confidence to many types who, other- 
wise, might not have made it through school and thereby con- 
fronted a more difficult life. Mr. Greer will no longer be able to 
remind us that the Benedictus is on page nine yet may we 
remind him that he was much appreciated. 

With deepest regret we say 'good-bye' to Mr. Bedard. He 

is a man of much capability who has put it to a wide utility 

touching many sides of school life. He taught French to his 
students in a calm clear manner obtaining respect from each 
of them. As coach he did the same. He has taken bantam 
football and spring tennis and for thirteen years has guided 
and coached the Senior Hockey team who, each year, knowing 
Mr. Bedard's knowledge and ability worked for his regard to 
that much closer and finer a team. Taking Grier House from 
its baby years Mr. Bedard, as housemaster, has instilled and 
built a deep pride and character in it. May its spirit be long 
remembered. As Mr. Bedard leaves so does a part of the 
school. We'll miss him. 

Top, Mr. Bedard; Bottom, Mr. Greer. 


And Those Staff 
That Stay On 

Top left, Mr. B. Ander; top right, Mr. M. McFarlane; left, 
Mr. D. Campbell; right, Mr. D. Cruickshank. 


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Top left, Mr. D. Morgan; middle left, Mr. R. Lloyd; 
bottom left, Mr. W. Badger; top right, Mr. E. Detchon; 
right, Mr. C. Goodwin. 

And Stay On 
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Mrs. F. Taboika; bottom right, Mr. A. Robertson. 

Top left, Mr. J. Cowans; top right, Mr. R. Owen; left, 
Lt. Col. J. Blue, Mr. H. Doheny; right, Mrs. L. Brady. 





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From Fertilization In The 
Common Rm. To Super 7th 


— John upheld his Athens 
tradition by his athletic feats. 
In the fall he ran endless 
circles around the track in 
hopes of driving Harry's 
Hackers clear of the Zor. He 
then ran the tunnels in hope 
of raising his physics mark. 
To reach the rank with 
Harvey he again trimmed his 
Olympic body with another 
term of track with Parker. 
But, John, what happens next 
year when your professor 
doesn't like track? 

PETER BROOKE, (right) — 
Prefect Peter's first few years 
were devoted mainly to a 
terrorist regime against "Wit- 
ty" and with the help of Sass 
and Daniel they almost suc- 
ceeded. Peter also disting- 
uished himself as being one 
of the pugilists who was in- 
volved in the "Town Tuck" 
fight, eh "Knuckles"? In the 
7th Form Pete became in- 
volved with Leslie and spent 
the weekend at school. 

His exact date of arrival is 
not sure. With quiet actions 
he has managed to survive 
contentedly within the con- 
fines of B.C.S. Periodically he 
was seen paying visits to such 
fine ghettos of intellectual 
thought as the Elmwood and 
the Seventh Form common 
room. Occasionally he would 
astound the student body with 
brilliant accomplishments in 
the mastery of the French 

LYALL DAVIES, (right) — Few members of the Super Seventh 
were without a role and our Rod Damon played his to the letter. 
The line of a chrome-boat loving, Trent - hating capitalist was 
followed by our president of Howard Da vies Industries. Head- 
quarters and locker rooms were located in Glass House where 
our expensive - tasted magnate was head-boy. Lyall's 
operations ranged from pawning and persuading to ash-tray 
distribution on the hill. "I yunt dat rite Lie-all". 

ALAN EVANS, (far right) — "What are we doing for English 
today?" Al had the connections but he never gave us the 
answer. Lt. Evans showed his strength and command on cadet 
parades as he did guiding his powerful, robust body up the 
Long Trail. A I was born at B.C.S., brought up at B.C.S., lived 
at B.C.S., went to school at B.C.S., and plans to take over from 
Mr. Greer at B.C.S. The Lord be with you . . . 


SCOTT FRASER, (far lefi) — Scoff's B.C.S. career has been 
doffed wifh amazing regularity by academic awards. Needless 
to say Scott's memory bank was a much needed source of data 
to those unable and perhaps even lazy 7th formers. His sporadic 
wit helped him in his debates and induced chuckles in the 7th 
Form sanctuary (common room is too crude). Almost single- 
handedly Scott, "with great virosity", incorporated the 1972 
Cadet Corps Band . . . Tilt. 

RICHARD GLASS, (left) — What sort of a man reads Playboy? 
Our model, bound for his hippie University, approaches. His 
wardrobe, complimenting a body reminiscent of football, is 
completely in fashion. His hair is just the right length, colour 
and style. A tall shapely dark-haired girl clings to the bronzed 
arm of our star. His smooth face emenates responsibilities, 
probably born from the head prefectship of a boy's boarding 
school. It's our all-Bish boy, Crick. 

BOYD GRAHAM, (left) — 
Bazel, as Boyd is known to 
h rs friends, started off at 
B.C.S. four years ago. He was 
not noticeable until his debut 
in 7th form. Boyd amused the 
form with his tales of Maine 
and early childhood, and on 
a certain long-weekend even 
got bitten by a squash ball. 
Bazel was interested in every- 
thing from squash to Richard 
and even local geography, 
which entailed field trips up 
Moulton Hill. 

Rich used to thrill the Chap- 
man House rs with his late 
night scrambles to be on time. 
When he wasn't scrambling 
he could probably be found 
in the Chapel playing organ, 
to Mrs. Bell's pleasure. He is 
probably best remembered 
for his witty, fast comments. 
Rich also managed to le^ve 
the school with a B.C.S. 
tankard. At least Rich will be 
able to drink in class. 
"There's a boy in the wilder- 
ness drinking a call ..." 

BILL HORRICKS (far left) — Of all the sights of 7th Form Bill 
in a kilt was a sight to be seen. This and Bill's bagpipe playing 
will long be remembered, as well as his conversation which 
ranged from, Dude, to the Vicomte, to Dude, to the Vicomte. 
The incredible thing about Bill is the way he was never hard 
to find. All one had to do was to find Andy or even Toby. 
Good luck Bill. Who's ever heard of La Tuque Tech? 

ROBERT ILSLEY, (left) — During^ his three years at B.C.S. Robert 
led a monastic life, being mostly concerned with his studies. He 
could usually be found in the library or in the quiet environment 
of the lab with his lab partner Sid. Rob enioyed hockey games, 
and was so enthusiastic that most people kept their distance. We 
hope this enthusiasm will aid him when he hears opportunity 
knocking in later life. 


TIM KIRKWOOD, (right) — The 7th Form Common Room would 
not have been the Common Room without the blackboard and 
it would have been blank without Tim's Murchincomix and 
poetry. When Tim wasn't there he was either 1. on stage (an 
ardent member of the 4-play club) 2. Trying to keep up with 
McGee on snowy mountains (A mountain-country fool) or 3. 
asleep. Then there are your late assignments ... eh Tim! 

DANIEL LALONDE, (far right) — Danny has succeeded in his 
last six years at B.C.S. in proving that a crazy Frenchman can 
be more fun than . . . Daniel was an avid hockey fan and an 
asset to the First Team. He also kept the 7th Form amused with 
his thoughts about us "blokes". Danny left us in the final term 
this year to go to St. Georges School as an exchange student 
"Silence is Golden". Bonne Chance Wartse! 

SIDNEY LAM, (left) — Although not a regular in the 7th Form 
Country Club and Salon, Sid will long be remembered. His 
lightning fast shuffle and constant use of the word 'Hi' will set 
records some day. An avid participant in "Harry's Hackers", Sid 
also excelled in the classroom. His pen would smoke at the rate 
at which he whipped off calculus and his fingers would burn 
when he flipped pages. Good luck Sid wherever you go. 

PHIL LAWEE, (far right) — Phil lead a quiet life at B.C.S. playing 
1st team soccer and being a backbone for the ski-team. The 7th 
form proved to be the ideal life for Phil because he achieved the 
ultimate award of the school by earning an achievement tie. Phil 
also showed the 7th form what hard work on a geography project 
could bring (90%). We all wish Phil the best in his future job 
as taxi driver. 

GORD McGEE, (right) — 
Muscle man Gord could be 
found either running or per- 
fecting his Herculean phys- 
ique. He was notorious for 
his garborator appetite, his 
deadly charm and his power 
of persuasion. "The Doon" 
never missed a chance to get 
a laugh — not even at 
school roll-calls. He didn't 
have an ounce of malice in 
his body — thank God for 
that and may the white dove 
of peace forever govern his 

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TOBY NORWOOD, (left) — 
For two years Toby's voice 
resounded in the halls of 
Williams house. This year his 
falsetto performances could 
be heard in the confines of 
Glass House. His athletic 
abilities helped both Senior 
Soccer and Senior Ski. As all 
good athletes he cherished his 
drinking hours after each 
gruelling day of physical ac- 
tivity. Next year we're sure 
Tobe will fit in well with the 
boys at Dal in the Commerce 

PETER OSTROM, (left) — An 
animal par excellance whose 
torturing barrages were in- 
valuable on the football field 
and in the halls of Mc- 
Naughton House. Sympathetic 
and big hearted, the newboys 
had a friend in Prefect Pete. 
A modest fellow by nature, 
the Big O never played-up 
his being a prefect; he con- 
cealed the fact so well he 
even cought one master nap- 
ping. We should say Pete was 
caught napping and very 
close to becoming a Jogger. 

KEN REARDON, (far left) — Ken proved to be an appropriate prefect, 
yet there were times when people wondersd. Those incriminating 
pictures? Ken showed himself to be academic in such courses as Algebra 
and recess. He goes off to B.U. next year. We hope that there Ken 
will learn how to keep his head down and his marks up. Ken, we'll 
see you next year in action. Watch out der are big boys in dat 
foodball league. 

BRIAN SEWELL, (left) — Our Star, Brian, was, according to him, "the 
school's best dramatist" being an avid member of the Four Play Club. 
His romantic rehearsing was done in the most natural of environments. 
Miss Winser just loved his plays . . . "Oh . . . Brian ! ! !" Brian managed 
to leave the school with a B.C.S. Tankard for the fine maintaining of 
his title ("Our Star"). We hope he'll always keep it replenished. T? 
D.P.&N.L.S.W. or is it B.R.A.D.O.R.? 

HARVEY SIMKOVITS, (far left) — The studious member of the form, 
Harvey was unseen unless you walked by the Physics lab. Harvey was 
the goalie on 1st team soccer and one of the "crazy nine" who took to 
walking over mountains in the rain under the name of mountain country. 
We tennis players won't forget the "Simkovits Slam" which terrified one 
and all. Good luck next year at M.I.T. Harv. 

PETER SMITH, (left) — Peter, a vet of six Bish years, has returned 
disillusioned and crippled, an obvious recipient of maltreatment at the 
hands of people more Pacific than us. Pete finally found his way to 
co-captainship of an undefeated soccer team and to a spot on First 
Team hockey. The second half of his stay Pete shacked up chez Bub and 
rounded it off as a member of Stu's favoured and favorite seventh. 


MARK STEPHEN, (right) — 
Our "fun in the sun" boy set 
a pace that few in the 7th 
Form could follow. Brigadier 
Bahamas had a knowledge 
of how to work in the week 
and how to let loose on the 
weekends. His acting debut 
this year required a blood 
curdling scream which could 
be heard resounding through 
the halls each evening in the 
main building. Mark, do you 
and Crick really have the 
same night shirts? 

ROBERT TSAI, (right) — During 
the Easter holidays, Robert 
rented a room in Sherbrooke 
and had a ball. He had such 
a good time that he come back 
late, only to find himself gated. 
A fervent badminton player (it 
should be noted that Robert had 
a fine overhand stroke), Rob 
could seldom be found in the 
7th Form Common Room; he was 
either in the gym with HSI, or in 
the basement with Sydney. 

ANDY WOJATSEK, (right) — 
The Hungarian import QB-ed 
our football team to a res- 
pectable .500 season. Andy took 
full advantage of his living off 
campus by combing Sherbrooke 
for quiet out of the way places 
where a good club sandwich was 
easily obtainable. His recent 
findings were eagerly awaited 
by his 7th Form confreres. He 
was also guilty of being the 
best cadet in the 1971-72 corps. 
Rah, Rah Roman. 

MIKE ZINAY, (right) — At the 
beginning of the year, the 7th 
Form was not certain if Mike was 
at Champlain or at B.C.S. Our 
answer came in November while 
Mike was sporting the purple 
and white of the senior hockey 
team. Sgt. Pepper kept himself 
busy spending the long winter 
nights either with the Players 
Club in make-up or with a 
charming co-ed from Champlain 
making out. Alf . . . Keep her on 
your side. 



The Complex Soccer Line-Up 


DAVE ARDILL, (far left) — "In two weeks man I'll be going out 
with her." Dave was scouted for the football line as soon as he 
stepped off the bus. Not many months after school opening we 
found Dave fostering the Drum Major's mace and in charge of 
a brigade of brass-blowing and skin-beating musicians. 
Presently he is the B.C.S. public relations man for Wrigley's Gum; 
office in the Grier shower. Pass it on . . . 

CHRIS ATKINSON, (left) — Atkinstienslimefeetkinkleptprickleschin- 
weedyburnersseaweedchops "weeders" sidebars. Once you have 
completed this definition you will know just about everything thai 
there is to know about Chris. We hope that his name will grow 
as he hopes to do in the future. Chris during matrics tried to 
startle the school by growing a moustache. Unfortunately he only 
startled himself. You know Chris with a name like yours you 
should go into show business. 

DAVE BARDEN, (left) — Dave 
has been around Bishop's a 
long time. Most of that time, 
however, was spent walking up 
and down Moulton Hill. Why? 
Only his hairdresser (his father) 
knows for sure. Dave led an 
active sports life: from football 
to Brenda, from hockey to 
Brenda and from track to 
Brenda. Well he was active. We 
tip our hats to Dave for his 
knowledge of worldly affairs. 

AIRD BARWICK, (left) — The 
one half of the "RIFF-RAFF" 
gang. Aird swept on to 
the stage and hustled Pam- 
plemouse. Aird's wit and 
charm have proved to be 
helpful at times when pres- 
sure was upon him. The 
"Monkey" goes off next year. 
Wherever he goes, people 
watch out. He enjoyed acting 
all the time, all the time. We 
all wish that he would get 
some new routines so we 
won't fall asleep. 


GEORGE BOWIE, (right) — A new import to B.C.S. Vlth Form 
human zoo was George Bowie, alias "George of the Jungle", 
who came jogging to us from just outside Ottawa, and, oh yes, 
trying to keep up with Gord. During the winter George was an 
asset to the ski team although by his own estimate his success 
went "down-hill". While George may have been slow in some 
subjects, he was always on time for English. 

DEAN BREMNER, (far right) — Unlike many who once resided 
within the crumbling walls of School House two years ago, 
Dean remained at B.C.S. for an extended vacation. He is, 
however, making the sacred pilgrimage to our post-graduate 
school, next year, L.C.C., to be with the boys and further spread 
the philosophy of Freewheelin' Franklin. 

MICHAEL CLERMONT, (right) — Second in command only to 
Riel himself. Michael (or is it Pierre?) led the Choice through 
many back alleys as the pack sped to Sherbrooke on its way 
to Monkeytricks. Here the uncanny insight into the works of a 
Mercier combined with his dynamic vitality amazed all those who 
witnessed Michael single - handedly replace a tire tube and 
ride off into the sunset arriving back for the start of "Hogans 

DENIS COTE, (far right) — Denis, our friend from Sherbrooke, 
has kept Chapman House on their toes; not because he is a 
meany, it's because they are on the alert for a flash electrical 
fire. Denis has managed to incorporate more wires info his room 
than the Bell Telephone owns. We saw Ray in action once and 
that was a clash against "Fuzzy Frazier". We will remember 
him as the guy with the slide-ruler sticking out of his jacket pocket. 


PIERRE DUSSAULT, (far left) — Pierre came to Bishop's in quire 
a bewildered state and he will probably leave in the same 
condition. He occasionally became the centre of attraction by 
his actions and also because of his amazing command of the 
English language. Pierre leaves us with a couple of word puzzles 
from "La Tribune" and correction marks made on our french 
essays. "Salut Bye Bye". 

MYLES FROSST, (left) — Myles made his first million on isolation 
profiteering. His disorganisation of school functions led to his 
bankruptcy. He accepted everything in good faith though. A left 
and right-wing debater and politician should result in "Chicken 
Breast for P.M. in '92". His debates were against the basically 
straight forward principles of illogic. At acting Myles is naturally 
on a stage. He has one hang-up about "Slimy Algae" that has 
us worried. 

JOHN GAFERS, (left) — "But 
Sir, I wasn't smoking — my 
light fell over and burnt the 
bed". Our resident Yank over 
the last five years is now the 
co-president of the Gafers - 
Hamel gang, dabbling in 
such illicit operations as Sher- 
brooke rent-a-bop, gambling 
in the Hotel Union, and other 
things that just aren't cricket. 
We look for his igloo and 
dog sled education to bring 
him fortune and success back 
down South. 

JEAN GAUVIN, (left) ?!!)"o- 


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4/18/72. B.C.S. career up in 


WAYNE GHANS, (left) — 
"Man can that kid move!", 
squealed the coach. "You are 
on the waiting list", droned 
the University. Yes, folks, that 
mild-mannered student you 
just saw working on a project 
in the complex has frequently 
been seen roaming the night 
spots of Sherbrooke, P.Q. The 
inhabitants have been warned 
to keep their eligible daugh- 
ters under close scrutiny and 
to beware of that New York 


ALAN GILCHRIST, (right) — 
Bishop Cs) has been visited by 
an alien from somewhere north 
of the tree line. Al's good nature 
and savvy impressed the throngs 
here and at Compton. Big Al 
was one of the few humanitar- 
ians in Grier House as he fought 
with the strength of a beast to 
help one who is very small. If 
you ever want some good 
Churchill psychology — look 
for Al preaching in the bar at 
Owl's Head. 

ANDREW GRAHAM, (right) — 
Attempts at definition: a six foot 
pencil with an Afro eraser; a 
fuzzy Frazier with a concave 
chest and perma red nose; a 
beat scouring pad. Ananchronic 
survivor of the boot-out deli- 
quents program, this avid nature 
lover and denizen of the back 
woods has marched through a 
lustrum of B.C.S. days providing 
general comic relief on a high 
level. We wish Andrew good 
luck in whatever he does. 

PHILIP HAMEL, (right) — Phil is 
the other ringleader of the 
aforementioned Gafers - Hamel 
underground gang and yet he 
has managed to paint over the 
blemishes incurred as a result 
of these "extracurricular" ac- 
tivities with the careful main- 
tenance of a mild-mannered and 
urbane exterior. Hormone came 
to us from the bustling hub of 
Les Cantons de I'Est, Knowlton, 
three years ago sporting the 
windblown look which earned 
him the epithet "Motorcycle 

RICHARD HSI, (right) — Rich made a stunning rise from inconnu 
to the limelight in two arts half way through the year. Sixth 
form scouts discovered his dart-making abilities {he hit the 
rink from the form windows), and he himself proved his mastery 
on the badminton courts. With all the university applications 
Rich has made he can't help but hit and so may his fortune 
cookie be a good one. 

HARLAN KERSON, (far right) — First Harlan lived through the 
Forrests and now he is "coming to an end" with the Millers. 
He has always managed to find something to do on the week- 
ends . . . right Chippy? Harlan was scorer for the student - 
teacher contest and occasionally he even got involved. Good 
luck Harl and may your History mark continually rise. Ah . . . 
Harlan will you pleath clothe the door. . . from the outhide!! 


LARRY KREDL, (far left) — Larry, now terminating his fourth 
year, is scrambling off to L.C.C. He took up stunt-man for a 
movie this year and bravely leaped off the Chapman House 
roof. Instead of an Academy Award he received a deformed 
coccyx. Larry was always involved in a sport and in the Spring 
he challenged "Big Nuge". Larry was too fast for him and 
the score went with Larry. Good luck next year. 

ROBERT LANGILL, (left) — See Jock run. If not preoccupied with 
his Functions prep, Bob could be seen tearing up roads. Yes, 
Bob would daily set out for his pleasent jog. His routes remained 
uncharted but all fifteen mile jogs, it seems, lead back to 
Willie House. We trust that his nomadic excursions upon the 
rural environs and his animal friends acquired therupon will 
serve him well in his chosen vocation as a veterinarian. 

CLIVE LAW, (far left) — "Company, get on Parade!" Clive 
Cadet arrives, hair cleanly cropped. "Company dressing!" He is 
always emaculately robed and a paragon of order in a chaotic 
School House. "Company will cdvance!" Our man moves into 
the Q.M. double time and stays on the oeriphery of the Willy 
House delinquents. "Company Dismissed!" And with that order 
Clive becomes absent with leave and licence to further indulge 
R.M.C.? "About Turn!" 

RON LA WEE, (left) — "Hey you know what?" Ron always 
seemed to have a smile on his face. He would occasionally take 
part in the complex soccer games. Then again you may see him 
going for his weekend nature walks. Ron was always able to 
take a joke but, "Hey, ah c'mon who knocked all my books on 
the floor?" Well, Ron leaves us this year and where he goes 
not even he knows where. 

MICHEL LEFEBVRE, (left) — "Hey 
Nuge, I need some more ace 
bandrge. It's cold on the 
bench". "Butch" distinguished 
himself this year on the First 
Teim football by being the most 
outstanding player during the 
practices and after the whistle 
went to end the play. In com- 
plex soccer "Boom- Boom" won 
the "Cossell" trophy this season 
for the greatest number of ap- 
pearances on the casualty list. 
Miche hopes to go to R.M.C. 

PAUL LEGER, (left) — Street 
fighter. Paul has made a name 
for himself and almost all the 
"Pipers" know it. Paul was 
always checking to see if his legs 
were still there or was he looking 
at the length of his pants? Paul 
was a good asset to the hockey 
team and he was also a pretty 
good football player. If passing 
through "THE TOWN" watch out 
for Paul in the Black Challenger. 


SIMON LEWIS, fright) — This year's winner of the U.R.A. Egotist 
Prize goes to Chump Lewis who never really realized that the 
"brush your hair 100 strokes" was meant for girls. During hockey 
season Simon found his great size to be a disadvantage but he 
was spurred on by a certain red-head in the crowd. Simon 
intends to return next year to try for even greater "heights" and 
hopefully some house spirit. 

RICHARD McGUIRE, (far right) — Rick just hooked his tee shot 
off a tree, off a rock; and it now lies 6 inches from the cup. The 
gallery is silent as Rick ... 2 puts. Rick however has managed 
to pull his weight on the course very well. The "pro" declines 
to comment on how he is related to the great soccer player 
LaCroix. Alas when Rick leaves us, we will miss a true entertainer 
and conversationalist. Good putting in the future. 

GRAEME MAGOR, (right) — "Are you montle or sometink." 
Graeme's fortuitious admittance to B.C.S. many moons ago 
resulted in his efforts to gain the thorough contempt of the 
masters and students. However his coruscation in school work 
gained him many lazy friends and his magniloquence coupled 
with that formidable Magorian charisma (Jane, Denise, Helene . . .) 
favorably impressed his teachers. Next year, "freezee" will forgo 
that longed for manumission and will be back as "Head Prefect". 

MIKE MEDLAND, (far right) — During the alterations to the 
school this year a certain scholar was uncovered from the deep 
confines of hidden archives, one Mike Medland. The popular 
theory is that he was trying to win the L/Cpl. Hanson History 
prize, but more likely Mike was finishing up those English assign- 
ments before meeting Mr. Evans. Fortunately, Michael will be 
returning next year to add the finishing touches and hopefully 
the girls will be no distraction. 

IAN MILLER, fright) — Ian 
was the 6th Form policeman. 
By no means could you call 
him a pacifist. Ian had good 
qualities, one of them being 
the ability to laugh at himself. 
Once he almost died laugh- 
ing. He was a good person to 
have on your side in a 
"Beaudrais" fight. Ian leaves 
us this year with bruises and 
a memory of whet we seniors 
are supposed to be like. 

RUSSELL MURPHY, (right) — 
Russell arrived but not alone; 
he brought a playmate. Both 
of them came simultaneously 
to B.C.S. After a brief but 
thorough examination of her 
memory banks Rus settled 
down to some hard comput- 
ing. However, Russell hes 
often left for Montreal under 
the auspicies of attending a 
convention for scientific re- 
search. Rumor has it that the 
testing of various I.B.M. com- 
putors was not always a 
conducted in a scientific 
nature . . . eh, Russ . . . HIC? 


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DAVE MURPHY, ffor /ef/J — Dave is another member of the ten 
speed set. He has either gone bicycling on weekends or done 
something else. Gating is the reward for that something else. 
Dave lives in McNaughton House and maybe this could have 
caused such strange behavior. He is returning next year to see 
how many girls will have bikes. Then he will lure them away 
with him on a cross-country course. 

CHARLES PONDER, (left) — The poet laureate of Sixth Form 
and author of "Ode to a Lennoxbop" arrived at B.C.S. with yet 
another pair of skis and . . . yes . . . Lange boots, having shussed 
all the way from Crab Mountain, N.B., with only short detours 
to Howarths Limited and L.C.C. His charm and vitality radiated 
from behind his desk, a fortress within which he could deliver his 
iconoclastic philosophy to all those who sought wisdom in the 

MARK ROMER, far right) — Mark has been the proprietor of the 
"Romer Rip-Off" CGrier House Tuck Shop) this year. During off 
hours he could be found either in his room engaged in shutter- 
buggery or in front of the boob eating his profits. Not exactly 
reknowned for fashionable dress, our friendly Polish refugee has 
made the jock circuit as a lens-toted press photographer. 

BRENTON SALT, (left) — He is the son of a man who is postmaster 
general, minister of natural resources and commander-in-chief of 
the armed forces in Thurso. Bino has shown himself to be a jock 
of all sports and adept at handling anything that comes out of a 
cradle. He and the Chapman triangle hove there survived the 
Skinhead era, more recently the Chapo-Paleolithic Age and the 
frequent challenges directed their way by the Nuge. 


CHARLES S1MPKIN, (right) — "Come on, be a bud, lend me a 
dime?" This line gets 'em every time; which is sometimes a 
little too often. Our most valuable gronk and the most spirited 
differance ever to sit between two goal posts worked off the 
pounds this year in running the stairs to the Grier House 
shower room. We hope to catch the "Blimp" later at "Les 
Carabiniers"; he'll gladly let you buy him a draft. 

PETER SINGLETON, (far right) — "Ladies and Gentlemen, please 
welcome once again Sherbrooke's own — the Shattered Vibra- 
tions!" Peter came to B.C.S. three years ago in search of the 
answer and increased ticket sales. Be assured that the future 
looks bright for our young virtuoso after successfully completing 
a Bishop's remodeling job which included being captain of 
Singleton's Sluggers hockey team and a (Valuable??) player 
on the senior football team. We wish Peter success in all his 
future concerts. 

LANNY SMITH, (right) — Orlando is one of "those Smiths from 
Thetford Mines". He is a bigot, author of unmitigated streams 
of racist jokes and cut-downs and yet is an all around impossible- 
to-hate sort of guy. He will reciprocate with friendship as long as, 
of course, you are not other than white, anglo-saxon, etc. 
"Wayner" is an exception. Where will you find an audience for 
"letters from Nicole, Michelle, et entourage" in Thetford Mines? 

RAINIER SPETH, (far right) — Whether rolling admid hosts of 
amourous Lenni-bops or cycling with Riel's Choice the thoughts of 
"Felix the Cat" never left the slopes of Mont Ste. Anne unless the 
Wire was concentrating on a cross country course. Next year 
the entire Alps will be at his disposal and will thus echo the 
endless plea, "Please don't forsake me when I'm hookey on pot". 


DENIS STAIRS, (far left) — Les passe-temps d'escaliers sont: 
skiing through trees and down rocky slopes, breaking up 
offensives, desks and chairs in complex soccer, cycling to Compton 
to see a brand name "chick", singing the up-Moulton C. T. Blues, 
rubbing out Glass Housers in the rink and publicizing his dissatis- 
faction to his fellows around him. Yet Denis did contribute to the 
spirit of the school with his playful temperment and his home- 
made stereo system. 

GUTHRIE STEWART, (left) — A quiet, unasuming boy came to 
B.C.S. and built a reputation on sincerity and integrity. He has 
proved his powers in academics and athletics. He set for himself 
a high standard of excellence and he attained them. We saw 
his "home grown" goaling talents mature and go on to lead a 
very successful hockey team. Next year will see Arlo pursuing 
his hockey career at Champlain. 

GRAEME THOMPSON, (far leff) — "Speedball" has spent his 
two years at B.C.S. eating paper, laughing insanely, and seeking 
new ways to escape this mad society. His first impulse would be 
to "run away". Once he finishes his education he figures he will 
move to Australia where he won't need French. If society 
becomes totally unbearable he will either start his own country 
in Pango-Pango or become invisible. 

ROY WOLVIN, (left) — Roy was always active. In so much as 
he was moving, "Riff" of the notorious "RIFF-RAFF" gang was 
always willing to announce the forms' complex soccer games. 
When Roy was with Denis they made quite a team and your 
life was in your hands. Stubs is leaving the school and going 
to L.C.C. where he will probably settle down and gain his 
sanity. Well, there's not much more you can say about Roy 
because he has already said it. 

BOB WHITE, (left) — Bob's 
future ambition is to become 
dictator of Canada and his 
experience at B.C.S. may 
well aid him. On many oc- 
cosions he has aggressively 
defended his home town, 
Toronto, from would - be 
assailants. Then there are 
those stories concerning a 
certain, "Belle", from Comp- 
ton. Failing dictator, he would 
like to be Rod Laver II. 
Perhaps Bob should set his 
sights on a more immediate 
goal . . . making First Team 

The good shepherd, in pas- 
tures green, leadeth all the 
"tcter haters" down to lie. A 
true maritimer in every sense 
of the word, "Angus" brings 
us nil the joys and excite- 
ment of the eastern area of 
Canada. The "Bull" is re- 
nowned for his new morality 
and upsets in the Union. Mike 
was both an athlete and a 
scholar, a combination which 
is difficult to achieve in this 


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Rear Row: T. Graham, J. Thatcher, D. Cote, V. Taboika, A. Graham, R. Mcintosh, M. Medland, B. Mein, B. Salt, L. Kredl, J. Serventi, A. Barwiclc. 

Second Row: A. Wojatsek, R. Haskell, B. Sewell, D. Campbell, Esq., (Housemaster), W. Nugent, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), G. McGee, (Prefect), B. 


Front Row: A. Albert, T. Ross, D. Morales-Bello, H. Notmon, D. Vineberg, D. Vaughan. 

The sign "Under New Management" stood outside Hotel Chapman, 
but the floors were still paper thin and not waterproof as Denis discovered 
during the second term flood. 

Under the direction of our free-loading, fun-loving Brian we captured 
the inter-house play festival (remember your line, David?). Tony Graham 
must not be forgotten for his national victory in debating. 

Rick could always be seen going into the barn for a nip . . . We 
mean nap. At four in the morning, James, our secretary, could be seen 
moving up to the school with a trail of smoke behind him (he didn't walk 
fast)- Back inside, cold air gently seeps from Cord's igloo as Brian 
slowly turns to ice. Across the hall lived Marty whose mouth was inversely 
proportioned to his size, Huge (who had switched to Toughies), and Tony 
(who could not be recognized without his glasses). 

On the floor, Poncho had an open line to Caragas, and Fuzzy became 
the victim of unearned laps because of house pile-up — on him. Upstairs, 
Aird twisted to the music in his room, which disturbed Joey and Bruce's 
vigil on the T.V. Next door Richard watched for bats hanging above his 
bed. Other notables were Larry's collection of intellectual pictures; Boyd's 
late returns; and Brent's inability to use the bathroom before 11:30 every 

Our thanks go to Mr. Campbell for never letting us forget Big Brother 
was watching; Mr. Nugent for his sports statistics; and Mr. McEwen 
for his Sunday inspections. 



Fourth Row: D. Sayer, G. Magor, B. White, J. White, R. Speth, C. Ponder, P. Asselman, R. Eddy, M. Romer, D. Ardill. 

Third Row: A. Gilchrist, F. Tardi, R. Smith, T. Lynch, R. Wolvin, B. Ritchie, R. Ilsley, B. Horricks, J. Gale, G. Hallward, P. Marchuk, L. Barre. 

Second Row: C. Simpkin, D. Stairs, D. Barden, H. Simkovits, (Prefect), R. Bedard, Esq., (Housemaster), H. McFarlane, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), 

A. Evans, D. Murchison, J. Apostolides, S. Fraser. 

r ront Row: T. Price, C. Peniston, R. Graul, D. Park, P. Rich, S. Mulherin, J. Fuller, R. Murray, D. Fuller. 


We're #1 — there can be little doubt. What other house 
offers the characters, the jocks, and Asselman and Stairs. 

We've kept our noses clean and our fires burning through 
waterless showers, we've had the best Friday sales on Campus, 
the bushiest hair and the nicest slippers. 

Where else have they broken more windows, watched more 
cartoons, made more noises, and yet, had the least number of 
C efforts at Mid-Term, the richest shopkeepers, and the snobbiest 

Who else can boast of the original Mutt and Jeff team and 
of those Katzenjammer kids in Room 137; no one else can lay 
claim (nor would they want to) to that dog sadist Blanc III, nor 
to Charles, the famous wall-climber. 

Then came that decision emasculating Grier of the pride 
in its unparallelled reputation and its rooted traditions. 

Unheralded in this last year of operations — the first 2 legs 
of the Triple Crown (Cross-Country, Carnival) with the House 
Relays still to come; a magnificent replica of Grier House which 
took top honours in the Snow Sculpture competition; a well- 
executed and "School-representing" one-act play. 

Sugar Bear, we appreciated you! Harry's Hackers are 
taking over. Without the Bubblets and the man in the Jelineck 
T-shirt the palace will never be the same again. 

In recognition and everlasting memory, a hand-made Beer 
Mug inscribed Grier '72 — to one and all. The end of a won- 
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Rear Row: J. Gafers, D. Murphy, P. Singleton, M. Clermont, M. Frosst, G. Stewart, S. Lewis. 

Third Row: L. Harrison, C. Stewart-Patterson, N. Lewin, B. Snyder, D. Courey, M. Dixon, J. Atkins, P. Wilmer, P. Dunn. 

Second Row: T. Kirkwood, P. Lawee, N. Campbell, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), R. Lloyd, Esq., (Housemaster), C. Goodwin, Esq., (Ass't. House- 
master), P. Ostrom, (Prefect), M. Zinay. 
Front Row: D. Boiteau, C. Goodfellow, M. Gauvin, A. Monk, S. Artiss, D. Horner, D. Bremner. 


McNaughton — (MAK NAWT'N) N. slang (a) 
implies obscurity, secularity (b) going from the sublime 
to the ridiculous (c) where it's at. 

What we are proud of as a house is not our sports 
record, smokers' cliques, or the amount of overall 
permissiveness (Mr. Goodwin takes care of that), but 
rather we pride ourselves on the zoo of individuals that 
together strive to make this peculiar house peculiar. 

Everyone in the house has a niche, beginning with 
the fourth formers whose job is to be inferior. On 
the whole, the active members of this form find the 
extra-curriculars somewhat of a pain ad podicem. 
N'est-ce pas Billy? 

The fifth formers, or the MacNaughton House 
chapter of the Woodstock nation, play their role by 
providing the rest of the house with their own home- 
spun entertainment, including love ballads, insane 
grossosities, or just good ol' rock around the clock. 

The purpose of the sixth form has not been deter- 
mined, but Simon and Guthrie are working vigor- 
ously on it now. In particular, the house frowned on 
Dean and Myles. What we couldn't figure out was 
how the doorknob became jammed overnight. 

Finally, the seventh form put the icing on the 
cake. It was the seventh form that inspired much of 
the talent in the house. It was their job to keep order 
in the house, but they deserted their roles and joined 
in the chorus, "We want to entertain you." 

Special thanks to the director and producer, Mr. 
Lloyd, without whom this show wouldn't be on the 
road, and to Mr. Goodwin and Mr. Campbell, who 
hand in hand kept us lawful and happy. 



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Rear Row- P. Hucl, S. Lam, K. Smith, B. Petersen, D. Stenason, P. White house, M. Michel, G. Gillis, N. Robinson, J. White, R. Lawee, C. Sparrow, 
S. McConnell, P. Patterson, B. Scott, H. Jacobson, I. Scott. 

Second Row: G. Thomson, G. Winterson, J. P. Duquet, R. McGuire, P. Brooke, (Prefect), H. Greer, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), R. Owen, Esq., (House- 
master), S. Bateman, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), K. Reardon, (Prefect), P. Clermont, S. Gilbert, P. Hamel, L. Smith, H. Kerson, M. Wright, F. 
Wilmer, I. Miler. 
Front Row: D. Cloutier. 


Smith House was undeniably filled with character 
and promise this season as the rather motley crew of 
new-boys and seniors invaded the premises and settled 
down for another exciting and profitable year. 

Once again the various ways and means were soon 
learned, or relearned, much to the delight of everyone 

Discipline was notably maintained by our prefect, 
Kenneth Joseph, and his wise and wonderful roommate, 
Pierre, while around campus, Mark's cheery smile soon 
became a trademark of the residence much as Derek's 
had last year. On the ecological side, a number of 
nature lovers took up gardening and Speedball, along 
with various others, often kept the tree company, when- 
ever it was lonely. Inside, the Saturday Evening Club 
enjoyed many meetings, while Neil, Paul and Gere, 
who usually stayed home, watched the hockey game in 
the basement. Rick even scored a hole on one down- 
stairs, although he was pressed to do it. 

Among our more notable house achievements was 
the fact that our snowsculpture melted last (May 16th) 
and that over 8,483,214 tuckshop openings took place 
during the year. 

Congratulations must be given to Mr. Owen (D.O.T.) 
on his timely appointment as Senior Master. Also, to 
Mr. Bateman and Mr. Greer, who are unfortunately 
leaving us next year, we would like to express our deep 
thanks and appreciation for providing us with their never 
ending wit and wisdom throughout the last 10 months. 



Standing: S. Graham, P. Dussault, L. Dupuy, J. Tocher, W. Bowden, M. Morris, R. Hsi, W. Ghans, R. Tsi, G. B 
Lightfine, B. McQuade 

>owie, B. Langill, R. Murphy, D. 

Sifting: C. Law, C. Atkinson, M. Stephen, (Prefect), J. Parker, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), A. Campbell, Esq., (Housemaster), B. Ander, Esq., (Ass't. 

Housemaster), R. Glass, (Prefect), L. Davies, T. Norwood 
Front Row: D. Thraves, D. Speth. 


As the bus turned into the familiar barbed wire enclosure of 
Stalag Bishop's old Willie Barracks didn't seem too different, 
because the difference was inside. The six veterans from last year 
were confronted with fourteen new recruits, of which only five 
were graduates of the Glass House Boot Camp. 

The camp staff was headed by Commandant Campbell with 
Brigadier Brian Ander keeping order from his split level residence, 
and the New member, Private Parker, appeared with a pair of red 
track shorts and was riding a Honda 90. The shorts seem to be 
the right size for the house and already it wouldn't be the same 
without old "dude". 

This year, as usual, Willie House had her share of "far out" 
characters. It seems any poor soul who wandered into the house 
would be assailed by a multitude of weird sights; he would sec Al 
Kirschbaum's room and about five broken windows, or find Bob 
Langill yelling incoherently at the top of his voice or perhaps a line 
of people at a shower screaming obscenities at Russ Murphy. Chris, 
Clive, George and Wayne were a strange set of seniors while Mark 
and Crick were really the only sane people around. 

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Back Row: D. McDonagh, P. Jarjour, W. Tooth, B. Fray, T. Jervis-Read, D. Roberts, A. Speth, S. Lunney, F. Seveigny, J. Stairs, W. Yoon, N. 

Lomasney, R. Hodgson, D, Stoker, P. Bonser, R. Large. 

Fourth Row: P. Tinari, B. Pollock, M. Shupe, S. Singer, R. Pollock, B. Messier, H. Busse, B. Duval, T. Bey, B. Farakuki, W. Guy, A. Stairs, B. 


Third Row: R. Vaughan, S. Cross, B, Rossy. 

Second Row: T. Norwood, (Senior), L. Davies, (Senior), Mr. D. Bennett, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), Mr. E. Detchon, Esq., (Ass't. Housemaster), Mr. 

A. Robertson, Esq., (Housemaster), P. Brooke, (Prefect). 

Front Row: J. Hibbard, P. Laframboise, M. Barakett, K. Matson, J. Francis, B. Barden, C. Lariva, I. Goodfellow, N. Lewis, A. Park. 


The New Boys took little time to learn the ropes from the Second Form 
veterans and Glass House was soon into full swing. We could see why they needed 
all Messrs. Robertson. Detchon, Dutton, Bennett and Prefect Pete, Daisies and 
that powerful little Newfie, Toby. Their group of seven kept us busy and in line 
— a super feat. 

They started with no-no's, a new treat we all loved. But to keep us from 
getting too many Mr. Robertson began a house league. Bedard's team was the 
champion in football. Then there were those endless practices for our effort of 
a scene from 'H.M.S. Pinafore' for the house play competition. The end result 
was respectable and so were we — as girls, eh, Randy? 

With ice in the rink many of the Glass Housers moved there for residence. 
The Sunday afternoon game was the highlight of the week — except when some 
of us lost our tempers. For our Christmas party each dorm got together to show 
their creativity in skits. Shows like Dacre's turned out to be quite something. 

For a snow sculpture for the Winter Carnival we rolled and threw together 
— ■ a girl breaking Glass House. It was an easy last place. With spring came base- 
ball and it tided us over to the end. So the group of seven pulled us through and 
with a minimum amount of no-no's. We congratulate them as we do ourselves. 
It was the last year with boys and they'll never forget us. 



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New Uniforms, Coach and Spirit 

To 5-5 Record 

Those senior football jocks will never forget 
those gleeful 6.30 a.m. and 3.30 p.m. practices 
but what was found from the survivors of these 
few first weeks was a fit and potential unit. 
This showed as they walked over Howard S. Billings 
with a confident 45-0 score. Not all was up to par 
as they lost the Shirley Russell Cup to L.C.C. 21-7, 
and the Old Boys Cup to Ashbury. 

Yet under the captains — C. Glass arid P. 
Ostrom and some fine running by K. Reardon and 
W. Ghans victory was comfortable over the 
Alexander Gait gronks and the Selwyn House boys 
— winning both series. However, they won as a 
team and not as individuals. When they weren't 
together they had trouble as they did with the Old 
Boys who beat them 24-6 and, of course, we can't 
forget Stanstead who beat them by a landslide in 
both games. Though there were the low points of 
the season, the highlights must be remembered. 
With great effort by the coaches the team's 5-5-0 
record is one to shine over the last few senior 
football teams. Football once again is recognized 
as a respected sport of the School. 




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B.C.S. - 


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Stanstead — 


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Ashbury — 


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Selwyn House — 


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Stanstead — 


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Back Row: M. Wright, I. Miller, G. McGee, F. S. Large (Headmaster). 

Fourth Row: W. Nugent, Esq., P. Brooke, D. Ardill, L. Smith, P. Singleton, B. Horricks, C. Goodwin, 


Third Row: B. Scott, B. Langill, B. Mein, N. Robinson, B. Sewell, C. Atkinson, J. Serventi. 

Second Row: G. Bowie, W. Ghans, P. Paterson, P. Dupuy, M. Dixon, J. Gillis, M. Lefebvre, P. Leger. 

Front Row: C. Simpkin, K. Reardon, A. Wojatsek, P. Ostrom, R. Glass, J. Atkins, P. Marchuk, D. 




Small Turn-out, Small Results 

But Fun 

The football season started off with a meet- 
ing to find out who was going to try for the team. 
The two coaches, Mr. Ander and Mr. Bedard, 
must have received a shock when only eight boys 
turned up. Then it was discovered that the age 
limit had been changed and that eleven more 
boys were eligible. 

Very lew of them had had any real football 
experience so they started their training the next 
day. Gradually they obtained the skills which 
were needed to play proper football. Two games 
were then arranged for them against Selwyn 
House School, but the outcome was not too 
pleasant as they were beaten by a score of 12 - 0. 
In the next game they were defeated 13-0. 
After these two games Mr. Ander arranged two 
more matches against a team from St. Hubert. 
Unfortunately the two games became a disaster 
as in both contests they were beaten by close to 
fifty points. 

The season was a worthwhile one even 
though they didn't score a point and they greatly 
appreciated the time and effort put in by these 


Top Row: M. Gauvin, B. Duval, D. Fuller, R. Vaughan, A. Monk, B. Ander, Esq. 

Middle Row: B. Messier, T. Bey, A. Stairs, S. Singer, S. Cross, S. Lunney. 

Front Row: A. Park, K. Matson, A. Speth, T. Price, D. Speth, D. Morales-Bello, D. Roberts. 



A Championship And 
An End Of An Era 

An era of soccer has come to a close at B.C.S. The 
members of the Senior team completed their fourth season 
of soccer together by capturing their fourth Eastern Town- 
ships championship. 

This year's team holds many memories of its games and 
opponents during the past season; in particular, the 
Ricnmond cow pasture which doubled as a soccer field, 
Rusty, Steve and the other Alexander Gait pitchforkers, 
that Toni fellow from Billings with the nice nose, the 
fliendly olientals George and Po-shoe from Stanstead, and 
Mr. Lacroix's skill in the Masters' game. 

But above all they remember each other: David Vaughan 
for his scoring punch and cracking knees, Toby Norwood 
for his bulldozer tactics and phlebitis, Aird Barwick for his 
ability to score when his parents were watching, Graeme 
Thomson for his left wing lofts, Graeme Magor for his 
right wing rushes, Peter Smith for his slide-tackling and 
ball control. Mark Stephen for his penalty shots and air 
conditioncd shorts, Brent Salt for his powerful left foot, 
Phil Lawee for the confusion he created with brother Ron 
during senior "B" games, David Murchison for his 
Brazilian songs and midfield goal at Selwyn House, Harvey 
Simkovits for his .93 goaling average and for answering 
nature's call during crucial moments in games, and coach 
Bateman for his variations on the game (Italian soccer) 
and for always knowing the location of the soccer field. 

Long live the Pedes! 






- H.S.B.R.H.S. 

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— Stanstead 

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- R.R.H.S. 

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— Stanstead 

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— Ashbury 

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- A.G.R.H.S. 

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- H.S.B.R.H.S. 

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— Old Boys 



— Senior "B" 



— Senior "B" 

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Back Row: F. S. Large (Headmaster), G. Magor, H. Sim kovits, G. Thomson, D. Vaughan, S. Bateman, Esq. 
Middle Row: P. Lawee, B. Salt, T. Norwood, D. Murchison. 
Front Row: M. Stephen, M. Zinay, A. Berwick, L. Kredl, P. Smith. 



Fun And Games But 
No Wins 

"It's not whether you win or lose, but how you 
play the game." How appropriate this saying is for 
the junior soccer team this year. They were winless 
all season, except for their two so-called "games" 
against the Junior "B" team. 

This does not mean that they were lazy or idle; 
they gave a great deal of effort. They had been beaten 
at Stanstead College by a much bigger and older team 
8-0 and then played the same team again losing 3-2 
in the dying minutes. They had a team that could pull 
things together and this was best displayed in that 

The team has memories that its players will not 
forget for many years. Who will ever forget Dudley's 
exercises or the first game at Mont-Sainte-Anne, or 
playing on their field after a rain storm, or the Ashbury 
trip, eh, Pete? 

At this time they would like to thank Mr. Dutton 
for his continuous help during the season as their 
coach and to Tess, his dog, who provided some 
humourous moments during the practices. 






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Back Row : F. Wilmer, R. Smith, T. Graham, B. Petersen, M. Medland, D. Stenason, D. Dutton, Esq. 

Second Row: D. Park, P. Rich, P. Dunn. 

Front Row: G. Hallward, G. Winterson, C. Peniston, S. Mulherin, T. Ross. 



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No Luck And No 
Exceptional Season 

A good bantam soccer team was pro- 
duced for the '71 soccer season but the 
opposition was just too tough. They tied 
3 of 6 league games and lost 2 of them 
by 1 goal. This year they just didn't 
have the talent or the luck. 

Their best game was in exhibition 
play against Ashbury. In a very close 
contest they came from behind to win 
3-2. They displayed two very exciting 
games against an older Stanstead team. 

In league play they could have been 
in the playoffs if they had won a few 
of the "closies". They tied Richmond 
twice and lost by a small margin against 

The team's strength was down center 
with goalie Stoker, halfback Bedard, 
and big forward Henri Busse. Bedard, 
Lewis, Busse, Bonser and Rossy were 
their greatest scorers. 

What can be said about a team that 
didn't win a league game? . . . except 
that they learnt and had fun doing it. 

Back Row: E. Detchon, Esq., R. targe, P. Bonser, R. Hodgson, W. Yoon, B. Farakuki, 
H. Busse. 

Front Row: M. Barakett, N. Lewis, B. Rossy, M. Bedard, W. Tooth, D. Stoker, B. 
McQuade, J. Stairs. 


Conditions were perfect for the Annual Cross 
Country. The land was dry and the temperature a 
warm 60°, and there was a little breeze to keep things 

In the Senior Division, a quiet but able runner, 
namely Graeme Magor, crossed the finish line first 
before Larry Kredl followed across in second place. 
In third was Neil Robinson. Roommates Jamie Fuller 
and Pete Marchuk of Grier House crossed the finish 
line 4th and 5th respectively. Following these five 
were: N. Lewin — 6, A. Barwick — 7. G. Hall ward 
8, D. Cote — 9, P. Singleton — 10. The blue and 
white from Grier House took honours and the senior 

In the Junior Division it appeared to be record- 
breaking as three runners broke the previous record 
of 21:00 set last year. Tony Ross broke the tape first 
with a record time of 20 mins. 25 sees. Next across 
was big "Hank" Busse who also broke the record and 
third across was Marc Bedard — again a record 
breaker. Following the record breakers were P. 
Tinari — 4, A. Monk — 5, S. Cross — 6, D. Boiteau 

, 7, W. Guy — 8, C. Goodfellow — 9, N. Lewis 

— 10. 


Fair Day for Seniors While 
Juniors Set Records 



Super Team To Everything 
But Provincials 

Certainly to the boys who played on this year's 
senior hockey team, the season stands out as a very 
exceptional one. For the first time in a number of 
years the school could support a team that was not 
only colourful, but confident in matching any other. 
This the seniors demonstrated in dramatically cap- 
turing the league and play-off championship, and in 
falling just short in the Provincial Tournament. 

Indeed it can be said that this year's squad was 
a source of great pride for the school. Also, a few 
hard lessons were learned about over-confidence, 
especially from a certain team wearing red jerseys. 

However, the victories were numerous and in the 
last of the traditional meetings between B.C.S. and 
Deerfield Academy, the seniors held their own for 
the first time in years to loose the hard fought contest 
by a mere goal. 

To our sorrow, the man who "tried" to skate 
with us during practices (and took his bumps on the 
head like everyone else) and paced behind the bench 
throughout games will, unfortunately, be leaving the 
school after fourteen devoted years. 

Back Row: B. Salt, S. Lewis, R. Bedard, Esq., P. Marchuk, N. Robinson, J. Gillis, M. Dixon, P. Smith, M. 


Front Row: L. Kredl, G. Stewart, D. Lalonde, P. Leger, D. Barden, M. Stephen, C. Simpkin. 







A Unified Team 
To 2nd Place 

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Having a successful season the Abenakis finished second in the 
Eastern Townships League. The team started off in first place but handed 
the position over to Alexander Gait later in the season. In the play-offs 
against Semenaire the Abenakis won 3-2 by an overtime score. 

In the first of a two-game series against A.G.R.H.S. there was a tie. 
The Abenakis lost the second game by a disappointing 3-0 score. 

In exhibition games they beat Selwyn House's senior team twice 
with scores of 6-2 and 4-0. The game against Deerfield Academy in 
Massachusetts proved to be the climax of the season and of their ability. 
They played well and just lost by a slim score of 2-1. 

The success of the team came with their spirit and togetherness. 
Coach Goodwin had formed them as a unit. 

Top Row: M. Morris, D. Horner, P. Asselmon, F. Tardi, J. White, C. Goodwin, Esq. 

Middle Row: D. Fuller, A. Monk, D. Lightfine, G. Winterson, D. Stenason, R. Vaughan, K. Matson. 

Front Row: B. Petersen, M. Medland, T. Ross, B. Mein, T. Price. 



Sheer Effort And Desire 
To Championship 

The '71 -'72 Hurons were champions. They came from 
ankles skating to the championship. 

In exhibition play they experienced two disappointing 
losses but enjoyed whipping Stanstead 8-3 at S.C. and 4-1 
at B.C.S. 

As indicated in the final standings the league was so 
evenly matched that they could just as easily have ended up 
in first place as in the cellar. 

Coming second in the league they defeated Seminaire 
5-2 in the semi-finals. In this game Mr. Nugent had enough 
confidence to let back up goalie Messier play the dying 
minutes. In the finals at B.C.S. they beat a confident Gait 
team 3-2 with a one goal lead. They went to Bishop's 
University for the second and last game of the total point 
series. A.G.R.H.S. led 2-0 before Bonser tied the total 
score 4-4. Then big "Hank" Busse after two overtime 
periods scored the trophy winner. 

People said that they couldn't win a game, that they 
might not score a goal, but Mr. Nugent gave them the con- 
fidence and drove them to victory. 

First Row: W. Nugent, Esq., B. Farakuki. 

Second Row: J. Hibbard, B. Barden, C. McQuade, H. Busse, S. Singer, 
W. Yoon, D. Morales-Bello. 

Third Row: B. Rossy, P. Bonser, M. Bedard, N. Lewis, R. Large, D. Stoker, 
B. Messier. 

Standing: B. Scott, D. Stairs, R. Lawee, D. Murphy, R. Eddy, D. Ardill, P. Brooke, L. Davies, L Lawee, B. 
Graham, P. Singleton, B. Graul, T. Price, P. Dunn, S. Bateman, Esq. 
Kneeling: T. Norwood, G. Hallward, R. Glass, J. Gafers, T. Lynch. 

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This year was one of surprises for the B.C.S. Squash 
team. In many cases they surprised themselves as well as 
their opponents with their calibre of play. 

The first test came in Quebec City, Jan. 15, against 
Laval University and the Sports Club of Quebec teams. 
Although they lost it was an excellent experience. 

However, on the 28th of January they bounced back to 
beat the Montreal Amateur Athletic Association Junior 
members — four matches to two. 

In the Quebec open Junior and Juvenile tournaments 
at the M.A.A.A. the School's top players participated with 
Tom Lynch reaching the semi-finals. 

At the Montreal Badminton and Squash Club on Feb. 
19 a twelve man team came home with a 2 - 16 win in 
matches. Appleby College, the only independent school 
that we played, defeated us in some narrow and exciting 

The Quebec Closed Junior & Juvenile Tournament was 
held here. By the end of play, Tom Lynch had taken the 
Junior title and Graham Hallward was runner-up in the 

Thus ended a very successful season and the team would 
like to thank Mr. Bateman who showed them some good 
times and kept them amused with his antics in the courts. 


A New High Leve 




of Juniors and Seniors 
Home All The Silverware 


In January, the ski team was visited by Stanstead for 
a cross-country race on the B.C.S. circuit. Ranier Speth led 
the senior team to an easy victory, setting a new course 
record in the process. Daniel Boiteau clocked the best 
Junior time, placing second overall, to lead his team to a 
close victory. 

Several members of the Senior team competed in a 
Molstar race at Mt. Orford with Ponder, Norwood, and 
Speth placing fifth, seventh and eleventh respectively to 
win gold medals. 

Their only major meet was held at Owl's Head. The 
Senior team nearly met disaster in the giant slalom and 
slalom as several of their better racers took a spill. The 
junior team, however, made a better showing. By the 
third day only three teams were left in the running for the 
senior championships. The junior and senior trophies were 
captured by B.C.S. as both the cross-country teams were 
victorious in the final event. 

Competitive skiing, as a so-called "individual sport", 
has been subjected to varying amounts of criticism, all to 
the effect that because it is not a "team effort" it is less 
beneficial to the individual — a paradox in itself, but no 
matter how you look at it, the sum of individuals comprise 
a team. Therefore, there can be no doubt that this year's 
competitors were a team in the true sense of the word. 

Back Row: E. Detchon, Esq., G. Bowie, P. Ostrom, D. Vaughan, P. Lawee, F. S. 

Large (Headmaster). 

Front Row: R. Speth, T. Norwood, C. Ponder. 

Back Row: E. Detchon, Esq., F. Wilmer, H. Notman, D. 

Boiteau, D. Speth. 

Front Row: P. Barakett, A. Stairs, D. Roberts. 


Coaches Develop A 
Team of Depth 

Back Row: D. Ardill, C. Sparrow (Mgr.), D. Campbell, Esq., F. S. Large (Headmaster), J. Parker, Esq., M. Clermont 
(Mgr.), T. Kirkwood. 

Fourth Row: P. Tinari, N. Robinson, M. Lefebvre, P. Lawee, I. Miller, H. Busse, P. Ostrom, K. Reardon, G. McGee, 
R. Murphy, P. Dupuy, G. Magor, J. White. 

Third Row: P. Singleton, C. Simpkin, G. Stewart, M. Dixon, N. Lewin, P. Marchuk, G. Bowie, M. Michel, J. Atkins, B. 
Snyder, J. Apostolides, L. Smith, J. Gillis, M. Frosst, W. Nugent, Esq. 

Second Row: C. Goodwin, Esq., G. Thomson, P. Wilmer, W. Ghans, S. Gilbert, R. Eddy, R. Haskell, B. Scott, C. Stewart- 
Patterson, M. Morris. 

Front Row: J. Thatcher, S. Eraser, B. Langill, R. Wolvin, F. Wilmer, T. Ross, S. Cross, C. Goodfellow, D. McDonagh, 
W. Tooth, C. LaRiva, W. Yoon, R. Pollock. 


New coaches — new team! In front of Messrs. Parker, Nugent and Goodwin there 
was a difficult task with so many meets, but they would produce a respectable team. 

Fortunately, a number of the team members were in shape from Mr. Parker's 
indoor track program. The season began with varied exercises and drills, all of them 
with the goal of getting the members into shape and ready. After a couple of weeks, 
the team looked good and it was time to test. 

The first meet was a difficult one that B.C.S. has never attended before. The 
meet was in St. Lambert and it was set up as an A.A.U. meet, contrary to the normal 
high school meets that the school is used to. Hence, no one really excelled, but most 
people would agree that it was a good experience. 

The next meet was a new one to the Eastern Townships and it was initiated by 
Mr. Parker. It was called the "B.C.S. Relays", naturally all events being relays. The 
team showed its depth by winning the boys' section. The meet was a success and it 
seems as if it has rooted itself as a major Eastern Townships event. 

Following that was the Stanstead meet. This was a disappointment. Their team 
realized its potential — but nothing got together. Partly because of age regulations 
and partly because the team wasn't psyched up, the meet was a fiasco. 

However, it was the following week that the team was looking forward to. The 
Eastern Townships Meet in Sherbrooke is the test of all meets. As many people have 
said, it is at this meet we judge our own quality. The weather was beautiful and 
the team was ready. It was a super meet with an amazing number of records being 
broken, B.C.S. making a good contribution. B.C.S. came a close second and definitely 
gave AGRHS a run for their money. There was no doubt that the coaches had produced 
their respectable team. 

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Back Row: F. S. Large (Headmaster), L. Kredl, D. Vaughan, M. Medland, B. Salt, M. Stephen, N. Campbell, 

Middle Row: J. Gafers, B. Sewell, (Ass't Capt.), R. Glass, (Capt.), D. Murchison, (Ass't Capt.), G. Winterson. 
Front Row: A. Berwick, P. Hamel (scorer), P. Rich. 

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"Move de leg, man. MOVE DE LEG!" First XI Cricket 
started off with the basics and Mr. Barker, a Montreal 
cricketer, drilled it to them. Mr. Barker and Mr. N. Campbell, 
the school coach, had a good foundation with nine members 
from last year. New coaches and almost all of last year's 
squad — it was going to be interesting. 

Their first game was against the masters. It was close 
and they won with a wicket to spare. It was a confidence 
builder and let the dust settle because the next week was the 
Ontario tour. Only twice had they been on the field and the 
first game on the tour against St. Andrews was shaky. The 
game was close and they fielded well but they got crucified by 
one of St. Andrews' fast bowlers. The other match was against 
Trinity College. The First XI fielded like clowns and T.C.S. 
side batted well. They declared at 112 for 6. It was a chal- 
lenge that they almost replied to but they fell two minutes short 
of a draw. Two close games just lost but their activity over 
the weekend didn't stop there. Poor Aurora and Port Hope 
had the displeasure of seven Brian Sewells at one time. 

By some fine bowling they beat the Bank of Montreal — 
a feat that had not been done for many years. There all was 
intact — both fielding and batting. In the next games against 
the Adastrians and Old Boys it wasn't. Both games were lost. 

It doesn't sound like a great season yet deep down the 
statistics showed that it was — better batting averages, better 
bowling averages. They just missed out on the close ones. 



This year there was the usual tennis crease that began with 
the customary shoveling of snow and ice and the preparing of the 

In the fall there was a small crease that went to Selwyn 
House and the overall games from the two teams met in a draw. 

In the spring there were two competitions against Stanstead 
College. The first was at the School with Tim Price, Bob White, 
Tom Lynch, Simon Lewis, Denis Stairs and Mark Bedard win- 
ning seven out of eight separate games which were played. On 
their trip to Stanstead College the tennis crease fielded a some- 
what weakened team to make play more competitive and they 
still won six out of six games. This "weakened" team was com- 
pletely from Grier House right down to the coach and spare. 

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Standing: T. Price, D. Stairs, R. Bedard, Esq., R. White, S. Lewis. 
Kneeling: J. Fuller, T. Lynch, R. Smith, D. Park. 


Standing: A. Campbell, Esq., A. Gilchrist, R. Mcintosh, S. Lam, C. Peniston, P. Paterson. 
Second Row: D. Courey, R. Hsi, D. Sayer, L. Harrison, R. Ilsley. 
Absent: K. Smith. 

Since its origin, pioneering crease (landscaping) has 
been an object of criticism. Its hard-working and per- 
severing members have been unjustly labelled lead- 
swingers and slackers upon numerous occasions, and its 
countless achievements are seldom recognized. But 
credit should go to those who have taken it upon 
themselves to beautify and maintain the grounds we 
spend a good deal of our time looking at. Under the 
leadership of Mr. Arthur Campbell, the pioneering boys 
have planted numerous flowers along the roadside, a few 
trees in the vicinity of the library. They have redeveloped 
the Smith House picnic ground with the aid and super- 
vision of Mr. Ron Owen, and have accomplished in- 
numerable other seemingly impossible missions through- 
out the course of the short spring term. 


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The greatest change in the year's Cadet Corps lay in the greater emphasis on 
cadet activities. New ones like Fire Fighting and Mountain Country were added to 
the list that involved others such as Hunter's Safety, First Aid, Royal Life Saving, 
Survival and Riflery. 

Lieutenant-General J. A. Dextraze, Vice-Chief of Defence Staff, was the 
Inspecting Officer. He must have been impressed by the two pipers that brought 
him and his staff onto the parade field. 

C.S.M. Law formed up the corps and handed over to Capt. Stephen who went 
through the basic routine of marching on the officers and handing the corps over to 
Major Glass. The Corps was inspected and then it marched past in close column 
of platoons and companies. 

Various demonstrations were put on for the Inspecting Officer and guests as a 
means of summing up the yearly activities of the corps. This included two cadets 
repelling from the second storey window of the main building for part of the 
Mountain Country demonstration. 

Afterwards the hollow square was formed and the awards given out. This year 
they went to Cdt. Scott, Best Recruit; Cpl. Wojatsek, Best Cadet; S/gt. Simkovits, 
Best Instructor; Sgt. Davies, most efficient N.C.O.; Lt. Ostrom, Best Shot. The 
Strathcona Trust Medal went to Maj. C. Glass for the best cadet regardless of rank. 
No. 5 platoon, commanded by Lt. Lawee won the inter-platoon shoot and No. 3 
platoon, commanded by Lt. Sewell, won the inter-platoon competition. 


Standing: Cdt. Lt. J. Apostolides, Cdt. Lt. P. Ostrom, Cdt. Lt. K. Reardon, 
Cdt. Lt. A. Evans, Cdt. Lt. B. Sewell, Cdt. Lt. P. Lawee. 
Sitting: Maj. S. F. Abbot, Cdt. Moj. R. Glass, F. S. Large (Headmaster), 
Cdt. Capt. M. Stephen. 

Back Row: T. Lynch, G. Gillis, D. Ardill, C. Peniston, A. Kirschbaum. 
Second Row: B. Barden, S. Mulherin, T. Bey, D. Park, R. Speth, N. 
Lomasney, D. Speth, M. Barakett. 

Front Row: B. Scott, C. Ponder, T. Kirkwood, M. Zinay, warrant (off., 
S. Fraser, P. Dunn, J. Fuller, R. Haskell, V. Taboika. 

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Of the three major dances held at B.C.S. 
this year, by far the most imaginative was the 
Tea Dance in November. The theme of the 
dance was the 1920's and the style put everyone 
back to those roaring years. A prohibition bar 
that served cokes and sandwiches could have 
been a replica of almost any bar of those times. 
Richard Haskell played the honky-tonk piano 
when the band, Mandingo, took a break 
between sets. The organizers of the dance, Crick 
Glass and Lyall Davies along with members of 
the dance committee, are to be congratulated for 
what was rumoured to be the best dance ever. 

The Carnival Dance was next and it was the 
finale of a week of 'Carni-fun'. The Fifth Form 
of both King's Hall and Bishop's were in charge 
of the dance, and they made use of the playboy 
symbol to produce a colorfully decorated dance 
floor. The band was the Souls of Inspiration, a 
well-known local group. 

The final dance of the year was the Invite, 
which turned out to be a great success, perhaps 
because of its location at the Ripplecove Inn on 
Lake Massawippi, or perhaps because it was a 
cosy "tete-a-tete" affair with only thirty couples 


The B.C.S. Social Service Program continued in much 
the same fashion as last year. It wasn't as difficult to 
draft people into the program and this was proven by 
the number of people who wanted to help. 

No matter who each tutor had for a student, whether 
he was at the pre-school or high school level, many good 
relationships developed. This was perhaps shown by the 
enjoyment of the children and the students at the annual 
Hallowe'en dinner, at the weekly skating periods, and 
at the closing sugaring-off party. This better relationship 
then helped to overcome any communicative and thus 
teaching problems. 

As always, any program such as this has to have 
co-operation as well as organization. It would have been 
at a standstill without our students giving up half of 
Monday night's prep, and Messrs. Campbell, Owen, 
Ander, and Large who donated their time to assist in 
this worthwhile cause. 




With the introduction of a House Drama Festival this fall, B.C.S. 
has been provided with not only a wider outlet for dramatic interest and 
talent but also a new level of inter-house competition. Inexperience made 
the initial selecting of plays and early rehearsal period somewhat dis- 
organized and slow moving. Raw panic, however, supplied the necessary 
impetus in the final weeks of preparation. 

The arrival to the school of George Sperdakos, professional actor 
and B.C.S. Old Boy, to assist the directors in final rehearsal stages and 
to adjudicate the finished results, created a wave of enthusiasm which 
enveloped all those involved in the productions. Under George's 
energetic, skillful and friendly guidance, each play and each actor took 
on new life. 

The plays themselves ranged widely in content and treatment, from 
Glass Houses's ambitious adaptation of "HMS Pinafore" to McNaughton 
House's 'Theater of the Absurd' presentation of "The Door" directed by 
Tim Kirkwood. Smith House contributed "Mushroom" under the direction 
of Lanny Smith, while Jean Gauvin directed Williams House's 
"Submerged". Judged to be the best productions were Chapman House's 
excerpt from "Mr. Roberts", directed by Brian Sewell and Grier House's 
"Poison, Passion and Petrifaction" directed by Alan Evans. These two 
along with a K.H.C. excerpt from "The Crucible" were presented a week 
later at B.C.S. in an evening of plays. 

. . And More DRAMA 


Once again "Literate Lloyd" has daringly directed 
the B.C.S. play. This year,' Mr. Lloyd chose "Child's 
Play" as the school production. The play was an all 
male drama about boys in a boy's boarding school (of 
all places) that are led astray by the conflict between 
two of the masters, Mark Stephen and Brian Sewell. 
It was an extremely powerful play with "buckets of 
blood" and "gallons of gore" caused by the boys 
attacking one another. 

The play was on for three nights at the Bishop's 
University Centennial. Principles (faculty) in the 
production were Mark Stephen, Brian Sewell, Fergus 
Wilmer, Tim Kirkwood, Alan Evans, and Miles 
Frosst with Tim Price, Tony Ross, Mark Bedard, 
Marc Gauvin, David Bonser, David Stenason, Mike 
Rossy, Nick Lewis and Charles McQuade in the 
minor roles (boys). 

Drama activity did not end there as there was the 
musical "My Fair Lady" put on by the Lennoxville 
Players. Many boys participated in this major pro- 
duction and there were many in Compton's "I Remem- 
ber Mama" and the exerpt from "Macbeth" for the 
School Drama Festival. There has been more and 
higher calibre activity this year than ever before. 




A sales pitch for Carnival buttons sporting a tipsy bunny and the slogan 
"Carni-fun '72", greeted the School on its return from the holidays. Eye-catching 
posters and babbling V Formers promised the most exciting Carnival to date. 

It began on Thursday night with the First Team winning a thrilling game 
over the Sherbrooke Castors. A hilarious scrimmage between the handicapped 
Masters and the K.H.C. team was played afterwards, and a hot chocolate and 
marshmallows party concluded the evening. 

Friday's Snow-day at Hillcrest was cancelled due to icy conditions but, any- 
way, the girls arrived for a rigorous half-day of sports. A relaxing movie "The 
Strawberry Statement" helped unwind the schools after supper. 

The boys' sports finals were contested Saturday morning, and Grier House 
won overall. Booths were set up and the gym decorated. The K.H.C. bunch 
arrived after lunch to try their luck at the booths, and left successful. That 
evening after supper the girls of K.H.C, St. Helen's and Montreal were received 
at the Carnival for a pleasureable prelude to the dance — a Casino. Their betting 
often produced grand prizes. Promptly at 8 p.m. the red doors were opened by 
our two bunnies and the guests were ushered into the Night Club decorated with 
crepe and a net-full of balloons. The group, Souls of Inspiration, began quickly, 
playing good selections of fast and slow music that danced people off their feet 
to the end of a great carnival. 




Rear Row: G. Thomson, G. Hallward, T. Graham, J. P. Duquet, J. Thatcher, D. Bremner. 
Front Row: C. Atkinson, C. Simpkin, R. McGuire, Mrs. Allison, C. Stewart - Patterson, D. 
Kerson, G. Stewart. 

Barden, H. 

The boys who walked into the library at 
the beginning of the year ended up being drafted 
to move books. The fiction and English sections 
moved into the new module. This extension gave 
extra shelf space and provided the boys with more 
working room. To handle the problem of overdue 
books a fine system was used. The money poured 
in at a rate of five cents a day per book. The year's 
earnings were over one hundred dollars. 

The big change comes next year with the new 
library. The entire bottom floor of School House 
will be a giant library complex with carpeting, easy 
chairs and carrells within. Shelf space is what we 
will really need. It will have to hold the two col- 
lections of B.C.S. and K.H.C. The girls' 2,000 
books along with the thousand odd books we bought 
this year will bring the total up to nearly 12,000 

Sadly, Mrs. Patriquin and Mrs. Evans are no 
longer on our library staff. Collectively they have 
given many years to the library and deserve our 
thanks. Our new librarians are Mrs. Richardson 
and Mrs. McFarlane. They, and especially, Mrs. 
Allison and Mrs. Albert have run two libraries — 
B.C.S. and K.H.C. — at the same time and with 
top efficiency. 




Under the competent direction of 
Rev. Grier and Mr. Cruickshank, both 
the congregation and choir had an enjoy- 
able year. The choir, which many 
masters and parents regard as the best 
in some years, led most services with 
the psalms and anthems. It goes with- 
out mention, that both the Carol Ser- 
vice and Closing Service were excellent 
with the choir in superb form. 

Another important highlight of the 
year was the joint services with King's 
Hall; both choirs were excellent and 
the anthem "Let Is Be" will be remem- 
bered for quite some time. There was 
also a folk mass organized by the Len- 
noxville Missionary School and the 
Annual Confirmation service on May 7. 

It was in good taste that the final 
Sunday service included a sermon by 
Mr. Evans about the "importance of 
prayers". Of course, all members of the 
choir thank Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Brady 
for their help this year, congratulate 
Mr. Cruickshank for a successful year 
and bid farewell to Rev. Greer. 



Agora, the Debating Society of Bishop's College 
School, was perhaps the most active organization 
within the School body. The participation of forty 
active members and the results of the society's effort 
show a truly successful year. 

The greatest asset to the year's effort was the 
number of new debaters who debated and spoke in 
public for the first time ever. 

On the competitive side, Agora brought home 
many trophies this year which were tokens for the 
preparation that the debaters put in. At the McGill 
Debating Tournament, Anthony Graham won the 
best speaker award. 

In the Eastern Townships League, B.C.S. hosted 
A.G.R.H.S., Richmond, and King's Hall and visited 
those three schools and Stanstead College. The School 
won the majority of those debates and won the Eastern 
Townships Trophy at the Alexander Gait Model U.N. 

Other outside events included: the John Rennie 
High School Workshop, the Atlantic Debating Work- 
shop, the Quebec Workshop, Plymouth Model U.N., 
Independent Schools' Tournament and many Cadet 

However, the highlight of the year was the hosting 
of the Provincial Debating Tournament that was held 
at B.C.S. on March 9, 10 and 11. Some thirty teams 
from all over the province came to spend three days 
discussing the question of unemployment. There were 
seminars and debates held, involving some 60 B.C.S. 
students and many members of the staff. It was at 
this event that the spirit of debating was shown in the 
School. Tony Graham won best speaker of the tour- 
nament, and Myles Frosst won a medal for being in 
the top six. Tony Graham carried on from there to 
the National Tournament where he won the Weedon 
Trophy for the best individual debater at the National 

We look forward to next year when once again 
debaters will argue, but this time with a new touch — 

Thanks to Mr. MacFarlane and Mr. Bateman for 
all their help this year. 


Back Row-. J. Atkins, D. Courey. 

Third Row: P. LaFramboise, P. Jarjour, T. Bay, M. Shupe, P. Dunn, D. Park, M. Morris, J. Gale, P. Tinari, B. Snyder, S. Lewis, C. Peniston. 
Second Row D Morales-Bello, B. Frey, H. Notman, D. Vineberg, R. Murray, M. Medland, G. Magor, P. Hamel, C. Sparrow, P. Rich, W. Guy. 
Front Row C. Law, S. Fraser, G. Stewart, B. White, M. Frosst, H. McFarlane, Esq., S. Bateman, Esq., A. Graham, W. Ghans, G. Hallward. 



This year for the first time a hiking group, called 
Mountain Country, was started. Under the direction 
of Mr. David Cruickshank, the initiator of the program, 
the required camping and hiking equipment was pur- 

The hiking took place on the long trail which 
stretches 260 miles from the Canadian border to the 
Massachusetts border in the Green Mountains. There 
have been three hikes during the course of the year, 
lasting three or four days apiece. 

Our first venture into the wildnerness took place 
on the Thanksgiving weekend et il a plui a verses. Two 
new songs were christened, Pete's wake-up song and 
the Scotian Sparrow's "Listen to the falling rain, 
listen to it fall." 

In November it conveniently snowed eight inches 
just prior to departure on the second excursion. The 
white stuff added to the beauty of the countryside but 
that was it. 

Finally, in late April, we hit the trail once more 
for beautiful weather and scenery, at least for two 
days. Armed with snowshoes we traversed the 
mountains and their six-foot blanket of snow. High- 
lights of the trip were the disappearance of trail 
markers and Gord's sunbathing. 

After school closing in June, seven of the hikers 
will complete the long trail. Many thanks to David 
Cruickshank for being responsible for the group and 
for his help and ideas. 

Back Row: B. Graham, G. McGee, A. Evans, P. Lawee, D. A. G. 

Cruickshank, Esq., T. Kirkwood. 

Front Row: T. Norwood, P. Ostrom, D. Murchison, H. Simkovits. 




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On a clear day you can see for miles from high 
atop Mount Mansfield. 

On a misty, cloudy day with wind-driven snow 
you are fortunate indeed if you can see the next slip- 
pery foothold. 

However, Mountain Day was something of a 
triumph for many boys from B.C.S. and gins from 
King's Hall, as well as several teachers from both 
schools. Those who had done some training, naturally, 
had distinct advantages. 

Final impressions: blue patches of sky on the 
bus trip down, late autumnal tones, rain, reddening 
faces according to altitude, pace and inclines, a wel- 
come lunch thought by many to be the summit (after 
all, we were then in swirling cloud), arctic conditions 
geographically and meteorologically, descent some- 
times breakneck, drizzle, aching muscles, sleepy 
drive home. 

No population losses. All in all, a good day! 


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Stepping uncertainly down the crumbling 

Her tired, grey features seem incapable 
of emotion, 

And her ragged, grey overcoat limply 
hanging from her shoulders 

Affords little protection from the 
piercing winter gale. 

Shivering perceivably, her foot cautiously 
explores the bottom step. 

Only too late does she feel herself slip 
on the snow-enshrouded ice, 

And in the deep, silent sockets of her eyes 
one senses a fleeting moment of surprise. 

With the uncaring sigh of one resigned 
to hardship 

She crumples into a limp, grey heap on the 
cold, unyielding ground. 

As she struggles feebly to regain her feet 

A passing stranger is unable to suppress 
a laugh. 

Charles Ponder 

Darkless faiff" on short sleepnight, shifting sad sounds, Eltons song 
Slack: sfeadows steal reality . . . visions of strange ruins 
Hazyfffiisty envelopes; green gray ghosts of fantasy 
teadfftig now through books of hope . . . cover gold white and soft. 

The story is muftisimple: a white dove dies , . Jsjpve it no chance 

An or^nt unreal in richness gold saphirg rubij 

Young Princess soft glowing yielding eipfc safsv§let. 

. . . an icy wind cuts the warmth secure. 

Distance again," can this really be the emW^ soilleqirjg sang flat. 

Back to the grey green ghosts and such« 
Young mans fantasies, perverted, subverted. 
For a day without success . . . dreams a world 
S sjfcke stacks spew in a world of filth, kill! ki 
Leqelers rule without veracity 
A SlKness mangles and destroys, away! 

Dreams of tomorrow of plans strange yet real 
Plan futures far away . . . superman visions 
Mystic powers defies laws and Universe 
: Gallaxies exciting and spinning colours relieves 
':*fteturning now to tomorrows retaining walls 

restricted mind 


The endless horizon is touched then stop! STOP! -<■• 
Searing reality heavy eyelids too bright to see 
Coldness kills the exciting fears of fantacy 
Bathroom, flu^»«eiway nights cure alt . . . dreams 
Gotta hurry now won't be late. 

Robert White 


A belief in one's self. 


The Desire to 


in one matter, 
A matter from Chaos, 
An Iron Clamp crushing the Egg 

of Life and smothering it 
in love for virtue. 

Conflict Between the Forty-Third 
and the Thirty-Seventh 

Yes, Son?" 

"What are you doing?" 
"I'm making some plans." 
"What for, Father?" 
"For a new world." 
"A new world?" 
"Yes, Son." 

"You're too young, Son. I'm afraid 
you wouldn't understand." 
"Yes, Father." 


"Yes, Son?" 

"Remember when you told me 
about planning a new world?" 


"Do you think I'm old enough 
to understand now?" 

"Yes, Son, I guess so." 

"Well, Father, why are you doing it?" 

"Well, Son . . . Oh, how could I explain 
it to you? 

"If ever something were to happen to us . . . 
so that we were confined to oblivion . . . 
who would replace us?" 

"Even if we were confined to oblivion, 
what difference would it make? Nothing would 
be affected. Besides, what could possibly 
happen that could cause such a thing?" 

"Oh, Son ... I have a lot of explaining to do. 
First of all, let me tell you about our ancesters." 

"Our what, Father?" 

"The entities that brought us into existence ..." 

"There were other entities, Father?" 

"Son, there is a lot you don't know so, 
please let me start at the beginning and then all 
your questions will be answered in due time. 

"Anyway, we belong to a 'race' of entities. 
That is, a group of entities with a common origin. 
It took, literally, billions of megorbs for entities of 
our level of intellect to be produced. Our race 
wasn't always the same as we are now. For instance, 
our ancestors of long ago used to live in shells ..." 

"Shells, Father?" 

"Yes, shells of matter. They were very 

cumbersome things. They had to be filled with 
certain kinds of matter, kept at the right temperature 
and, even then, things went wrong with them." 

"They must of been quite a problem, eh?" 

"Well, the entities didn't know any other 
way to live so I don't imagine they minded them too 
much. Now, let's get back to the subject. 
The worst thing about these shells was that they 
wore out very fast and, whenever they did, the 
entities' memories were, in a sense, erased and 
they started again in another shell; back at 
'cube one' so to speak. Anyway, it wasn't until fairly 
recently, one million orbs ago, that our ancestors 
were able to improve on their shells; they were able 
to make them last as long as they liked. Finally, 
they discovered that they did not need shells anymore. 
Thus, our race came to be simple entities like 
we are now ..." 

"But ..." 

"Yet me finish. If we were both confined to 
oblivion, vast myriads of megorbs would come to 
naught. Son, it's our duty to pass on our great 
wisdom so that it won't be lost." 

"I see that, now, Father, but what danger 
is there of us being confined to oblivion?" 

"I'm coming to that, Son. Something happened 
when you had just been brought into this world; 
you were too young to remember. 

"I had a partner named Natas. We were working 
together one time when he found an unusual pocket 
in the thirty-seventh dimension. In it, he discovered, 
one had the power to control other entities' thoughts. 

"Soon after this discovery, a strange change 
come over Natas; he became ... I don't quite know 
how to describe it . . . He became . . . 'bent' ..." 

"Bent, Father?" 

"Well, he did incorrect things on purpose." 

"But I don't understand." 

"I know what you mean. It's harl to grasp such 
a paradoxical concept, isn't it? But anyway, 
Natas had a plan; he would slowly take control 
over other entities and bend them bit-by-bit, 
until, finally, he had complete control over them. 
Then, he would banish them to his special pocket 
which he called 'Heft'. There he would torture them 
by directly interfering with their thoughts and 
inserting sensations of terrible agony. If the entity 
was in a shell, Natas told me, he could not be 
banished to Heft until its shell wore out, but could 


still give them the agonizing sensations of Heft 
within their shells. Anyway, these 
sensations would last through eternity. 

"I know all this because he wanted me to join 
him in his bent plan. Of course, I turned him down. 

"Knowing that, now, he would try to take control 
of me, f quickly warned your mother... 

"My what?" 

"Oh, Son, you wouldn't know; you had just 
entered into life. It took two of our entities to make 
a third; your mother was the second entity that 
helped to create you." 

"Were you the first, Father?" 

"Yes, but, please, could we discuss that later?" 

"Yes, Father." 

"Okay, now, anyway, I told your mother what 
had happened but she didn't understand me so 
she asked Natas about what I had said. Then . . . 
Natas took control of her and trapped her in his Heft 
to show his bent power. Son, there was nothing 
1 could do for her so I took you and leapt through 
space in as many different dimensions as possible 
so as not to be found. Meanwhile, Natas brought all 
the other entities under his control and confined 
them to Heft. I kept leaping until, finally, 
I hypercurved in the forty-third dimension and found 
a pocket which was safe from Natas' bentness for 
a long time, anyway. Unfortunately, entities 
with shells cannot exist here, so they will be vulnerable 
to Natas' bentness. Son, Natas is getting more 
powerful ail the time; it is our duty to all 
forms of life to stop him!" 

"But, Father, how? I don't understand this 

"I know. It's hard to understand this bentness, 
but, there is a way." 

"What is it, Father?" 

"You see, Son, Heft is a hyperparamount — 
it's built against itself. It's built on bentness, so it's 
vulnerable to righteousness. All you need is love. 
Love Natas with all your power and he will cringe; 
present him with universal righteousness 
and he will fall!" 

"But, Father, love bentness?" 

"No, my son, love him — not what he represents; 
take pity on his bentness." 

"I think I'm beginning to understand more 
clearly. Father, you are going to build up a union 
of righteous entities against Natas. But how will 
we save the entities you are creating from 
Natas' bentness?" 

"That will be a great task, my son. First, 
the entities must be warned of the danger they are in. 
Then, when their shells wear out. thev must be 
treated appropriately. Those entities that are strong 
in mind and unbent must see me and be prepared 
to face Natas, those with little faith will be brought 
to the protection of this space pocket. Those who 
mourn, I will comfort. Those who are meek will 
receive what I promise them. Those whose greatest 
desire is to do what I ask of them, I will satisfy fully. 
Those who are merciful, I will treat mercifully. 
To those who work towards peace, I will reveal my 
paternal relationship to them. Those who do so 
I ask and suffer as a consequence, will be brought 
to the protection of this space pocket also." 

"But, Father, who will perform this great task?" 

"You, my son ..." 



The Chosen Date 

The deafening buzz of the alarm clock 
sent me hurtling out of bed to exterminate 
it at five AM just like any other morning. However, 
due to my quick recall of my past I realized that this was 
the day — the chosen day. My time had come. 
I had smashed the irritating alarm clock as usual but 
I knew that this would be one of the last moves I would make. 

With shaking hands I put on my garments, 
taking particular caution to put my unmentionables 
on before my pants, my shirt on before my tie, 
and my socks on before my shoes. These were usually 
quite common operations for me, some of them I had been 
performing for a number of years. Today, though, 
all was different. I was overcome by supernatural phenomena 
beyond the comprehension of a mortal being. Today, 
a day predominating a mere description on a fragment of paper. 

I was prepared. I sat down on my bed with my head 
clutched between trembling hands. 1 sat in a whirlpool 
of my past trials and tribulations. My life, short as it was, 
had had its ups and downs. It had been a good life, 
but a bad life. A successful life, but an unsuccessful life. 
A life of love and hatred. A life of ambition. 
A life of beauty but also of hideousness. But what was 1? 
I was a mere mass of organic chemicals surrounded by both 
organic and inorganic substances, suspended in a vacuum. 
I was but a tiny speck, inhabiting another tiny speck, 
which was part of still another speck in another speck 
which was part of the universe. Was the universe 
truly universal? Today I would find out. 

The time had come. I stood up, and approached 
the door. I cast a glance out the window. Tears tried to form, 
but could not. It was too late now. I gulped and turned the knob. 


The Slaughterhouse 

A slaughterhouse is a house or building in 
which animals are slaughtered. Many people today 
tend to use the French counter-part of the word 
slaughterhouse which is abattoir. This could be used 
as it sounds better than slaughterhouse, which no 
doubt many people find disturbing in a barbaric and 
coarse kind of a way. Also, the word abattoir 
sounds civilized and more technical. Besides, enough 
people probably don't know what the word means. 
Either way you look at the situation, both words 
describe a building where animals are slaughered 
for man's use. Even the word abattoir does not cover 
up or make any easier what really goes on 
in one of these such buildings. 

Most slaughterhouses have pens connected to 
the main building where on the kill-floor "the business" 
is done. The animals are kept in these usually 
overcrowded and dirty collecting pens prior to their 
appointment. More often than not they are 
mistreated once they reach the slaughterhouse, being 
prodded by a variety of foreign objects such as a 
pitchfork and are battered about with the use of clubs 
and canes. Also some people have great enjoyment 
moving animals with electric stock-prods which 
only excite and torment the animals more. 
Whatever the case, most don't give a damn 
as hell, it's the end of the line anyway. 

By what means, the animal, a steer for example, 
is persuaded from the collecting pens through a door 
into the kill-floor directly into a box. Once entering 
the kill-floor area, the heavy, rancid, and rather 
stifling smell hits a person, some the wrong way. 

Being forced into this box, being taken away from 
the rest of its kind, and probably the most 
terrifying, the smell of blood, makes the animal 
harder to handle. As in the case of the steer, 
the animal will almost always try to look out through 
the slats in the lower sides of the box. The grinning 
man on the platform over the box with his yellow and 
very red plastic over-alls checks the situation and 
one gets the feeling what he really wants is an 
audience. Ha! The startled steer jerks its head up 
but it does not really see that retractable bolt gun 
neatly and most efficiently puncture the centre of 
its forehead. Down like lead-weights it collapses. 
The legs and the rest of the body convulse in a pathetic 
manner while the lever is pulled tipping the box 
sideways dumping the moving carcass which hits the 
floor with a sickening crunch of flesh on cement. 

A stained and greasy meat hook is shoved 
through the hock of one back leg and the carcass 
is hauled up off the floor. The grinning man leaves 
his pedestal to do his next deed of sticking. The 
throat is slit, cutting lengthwise with the neck so 
that less of the hide is wasted. The blood gushes 
out like water from a hydrant covering the man's knife, 
hand and arm. But then most butchers can't really 
get to work until they get some blood on them. 
The blood adds to the thick mass of already coagulated 
blood which seems to seep slowly towards the drain. 
The carcasses are left to drain off blood while they 
are skinned from the head to the tail including the 
legs. The head and legs and tail are then cut off. 


The tongue is saved from the head along with parts 
of the brain. The head then has to be inspected by 
government officials for any disease harmful to 
humans. The abdominal muscles are then cut allowing 
the butchers to get out the guts which are hauled 
out and strewn upon a sorting table where the usable 
guts are separated and kept while the unusables 
such as intestines are loaded into barrels and 
sold as fox-meat. 

The meat, as it now is, is allowed to hang 
to make sure any remaining blood drips out. The 
carcass becomes stiffer and at this time usually is cut 
into quarters which are easier to handle. By electric 
meat-saw, the carcass is sawed up the backbone 
and then the front and hind halves are cut apart along 
the ninth rib from the front. The quarters are then 
moved to cooler rooms where the meat is kept cold 
but not frozen, where it waits for further processing. 

Mike Wright 


I enjoy my life, 

I don't think you enjoy yours. 

I'm a farmer — barely making the grade. 

I've worked for everything I've got. 

"The old man" handed yours on a silver 

My wife is beautiful, thoughtful, and, my God 

I love her! 
Your wife is beautiful too — Which number is 

this one? 
We can talk to each other, understand each 

Have you decided which mistress is your 

My wife has little out of the ordinary to 

wear — she understands. 
Your wife, what does she cost you a week? 
We have six lovely children — one on the way. 
How much are abortions these days? 
Sure, I'm a man with simple tastes 
You — you're more extravagant — that's your 

I'm happy with what I do have, 
I think you will always want a little more. 
I'm not trying to impress you or anyone. 
How about you? 

Money is what separates us, buddy, 
But then again — no hard feelings. 

Mike Wright. 

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The best of mine 

shall we lie, die as one beneath iron cold grass 

our naked bodies pierced by thorns of steel 

and feel their acidic earth whip, strip us of our last stem and leaf 

our eyes burnt 

our nostrils filled with the stench of rancid and soiled lives 

that drop, 

lead petals of a dead rose, 

our lungs straining for each drop of fermenting wine, 

a rain that will never again form clouds? 

Shall we sleep and wait, pacified by fright 

while the dynamo lives 

gives us nothing 

save perpetual night fed by strong arms, drugged minds led by those 
who tread upon plush green carpets in a sterile forest of oak 
walls and mahogany halls that should echo our cry but are conveniently 
silenced by a sufficient number of styrafoam ears? 

Or shall we shout louder 

and run with a cocktail in our hands to quench the thirst of the land 

first with fire 

and then 

only then 

with the sweat of our love 

for to destroy is to build 

to tear down, to create 

to enter the womb a second time, a path through which to be born again 

and far within this orgy of Coke cans and plastic orange grinds 

a sea lies hidden 

ready to support the ships of the children a second time. 

Myles Frosst 



Taxi driver, take me where I want to go. A wallet has spoken paper-full of misty hints of 
happy dreams. Its tone is imperative in your mind; yours is not to wonder why the where. 
The where is mine as the money will be yours and our time together will be time apart 
for both. I go from where you unhinged the falsely gleaming metal plate in response 
to my unsure hail to where the meter will lose the rhythm and you regurgitate my shell 
to the cement once more. My seat, however plush, is cold and hard like the reflection 
I caught off your rapidly advancing form. The smoke from your cigarette drifts aimlessly 
as my life, at rest in the midst of motion. Its stagnancy constricts my lungs but I breathe 
deeply and revel in the wholesome revulsion. 

Speak, perhaps, but do not think — a remark on the weather will do. Sun is good, 
rain is bad, and smog blots out the both. Whether city or country it matters not — the 
curve of the rural road is straight street to the wheels and the eyes, a cow is a skyscraper 
is a cow and goes unregistered. The theatre of the absurd sprawls all about outside. The 
tune of the orchestra is lost in the pit and the rafters and meets the ear with the droning 
of a motor. The windows are cinemascopic mcvie screens full of fleeting scenes and hurrying 
motionless, faceless characters. They are faster Than a frame can catch yet snail-slow 
when life begins to reel. Inside is the life, the reality — mine and yours. Its not a bus, its 
one-to-one and we are strangers whom years of taxi rides together would make no 

Do you think? Are you able to? Don't you wonder why my where? Do„you think I 
may have discovered sealed tranquility from bustle and nowhereness or retreat from 
self-betraying and thought-provoking silence in the babbling of the radio? I am lonely 
too, you know — like everyone else who has hid in the back under the shadow of your 
cap and breathed your filthy smoke and swallowed your shallow coughs. Beside you is the 
seat for a friend — the one that will never be filled. It is warm always; my seat in the 
back is cold rain, shine, or smog — but I don't really mind. Should I? 

Tick-tick and my ride in your time-transcending machine is almost at an end. My where 
is almost here and the end of the incessant ticking will dump me soon in my nowhereland 
from whence I came and in which I am doomed to sleepwalk until by the grace of God the 
earth enfolds me to her dusty essence. But you will travel on, getting nowhere on this flat 
earth, taking my reality away on a lark. And you will meet me often - whenever the 
back door is opened and I will see you again whenever I wave for that back seat. You 
will hide your eyes and your rotting mind behind your shades and I will hide myself 
behind your back and my troubles behind both of ours in a vacuum-destined wind. I'd 
like to come often and go further nowhere, but the meter is eating my wallet and my reality 
is getting harder to come by these days. Yet it's not too late and money can buy the 
chance to love and be loved - only love can save us in that nowhereland. Perhaps I 
should sit in the front beside you next time around. 

G. Magor 


As the night grew pale with the glow of dawn, 
the sun quietly awoke the blue sky of morning. 
Heat circulation was sluggish in the still air, but 
already it was hot in the direct rays of the sun. 
The evening coolness clung to the dusty prairie creating 
a damp earthy feeling which was cruelly deceptive 
as the parched land could barely support the few 
blades of grass which struggled, almost in vain, 
to endure the pain of tired existence. Imperceptibly, 
the long shadows shortened until by mid-morning the 
dusty plain was bathed in its entirety by searing heat. 

Emanating from a point on the western horizon 
was a narrow dirt road which ended abruptly beneath 
the gaunt limbs of an ancient tree. The massive 
form, its foliage sparse and lifeless, stood pathetically 
alone on its silent vigil; remaining as a last vestige 
of life in a dying land, the stark branches reached 
despairingly skyward seemingly in search of 
sympathy from some obscure celestial being. 
The road, having been used infrequently at most, 
had never been graded or otherwise improved; 
it consisted merely of two tracks worn through the 
sparse covering of dead weeds leaving a long, narrow 
island running down the centre. Long, slow- 
curving furrows, running perpendicular to the road, 
corrugated the impotent top-soil for as great a 
distances could be seen in all directions. Along 
the ridges formed by displaced soil were the sun-bathed 
brown remains of humanly nurtured vegetable 
colonies which had been spurned by the harsh 
environment, and were now abandoned. 

A cloud of dust, almost invisible against the 
brown background, appeared where the road met the 
horizon. As it approached, the grill and belching 
stack of a large truck became distinguishable, the 
mid-morning sun gleaming off the windshield. 
The truck's diesel roar and unaccustomed movement 
destroyed the chaste tranquility causing a sudden 
awakening as from a dream that resulted in a 
sobering return to reality. Rumbling to a halt the 
bright red cab and half-trailer discharged the pungent 

odour of diesel fuel which hung listlessly in the 
dust-heavy air. Printed on the door in large 
letters was "Consolidated Farms, Inc." 

As the door swung open two legs emerged, 
dusty-grey boots hanging limply beneath the wide 
cuffs of weathered blue denim overalls. There was 
a moment's hesitation and the boots dropped 
to the ground followed by the tall, lithe but sinewy 
strong body of the one who scraped his livelihood 
from the soil. A cloud of dust rose sullenly about 
his knee leaving narrow, dust-free borders around 
his boots. His ruddy, wind-eroded face, shrouded 
by a tousled mass of black hair, was accentuated by 
two darting black eyes and a small pointed nose. 
His thin lips were dried and cracked by a constant 
exposure to sun and wind, and in one hand 
was a battered straw hat. 

Instinctively licking his lips, one hand swept 
back his hair while the other placed his hat in its 
customary position. Wiping his hands roughly on 
his thighs, the faded denim was darkened by 
perspiration, and bits of dust stuck to these areas. 
Glancing up at the blazing sun his eyes squinted 
involvuntarily, turning away in the same motion. 
As he surveyed the vast spread of land his eyes were 
sad, realizing that what had once been a part of 
him, was now dead and gone. The long furrows that 
he had laboured long and hard to create had ceased 
to bear fruit, and with their death part of him died also. 

No longer a free farmer but a hired man, he 
leaned again into the cab and removed a short length 
of binder twine to which were tied two keys. 
He stuffed these into a pocket and slammed the door. 
Catching sight of a small furry animal peering over 
a furrow he grinned sardonically, no longer caring 
how many furrows it dug. As he moved suddenly 
to the side of the trailer, the animal fearfully scurried 
away. He vaulted up and pushed a ramp off the 
back leaving one end attached to the trailer. 
He hopped down and walked around the truck 
and trailer to the far side of the tree where, partially 


shadowed, was an old tractor covered by a tattered 
tarpaulin. Removing the tarp with a quick, practiced 
jerk, he folded it and dropped it into the seat. 
He swung himself into the seat, arched his back 
so as to gain access to his pocket, and pulled out his 
keys. He inserted one into the ignition and turned. 
After a few disheartening coughs, the engine turned 
over and caught. He shoved it into gear and pushed 
the accelerator lever up a couple of notches. 
Retracing the route he had walked a few moments 
earlier, he lined up the tractor with the ramp 
and drove onto the trailer. 

As the engine shuddered to a stop, silence rushed 
like air entering a vacuum; the man, perched 
high on his tractor, was stunned by this awesome 
occurrence. He looked up at the immensely towering 
tree, and slowly his eyes moved down the trunk 
until they met the horizon. Quickly wiping the 
sweat from his forehead he smeared it on his thigh 
streaking his led with brown dust. Uneasily, he 
again wiped his hand across his face leaving a damp 
brown smear over his right eye; as an afterthought, 
he touched the brim of his hat making some minor 
adjustment. Feigning indifference, he climbed down 
from the tractor, and taking several lengths of chain 
from the floor of the trailer, he secured the 
tractor. Finally, he jumped down and pushed 
the ramp back onto the trailer. 

Opening the cab door, he was struck full in 
the face by heavy sticky heat that made breathing 
an effort; reaching in quickly, he grabbed a paper 
bag and a bottle and jumped out. Not relishing 
the prospect of a second such experience, he left 
the door open and shuffled lazily to the shady side 
of the tree, where he sat down to eat. He munched 
contentedly on his sandwich, occasionally taking 
a lengthy swallow from his bottle. The heat, the 
food, and the drink together formed a potent 
combination that eventually overcame the unsuspecting 
farm hand and put him to sleep. 

The sun had long passed mid-day and the 
shadows were, once again, lengthening. A light 
breeze kicked up the occasional cloud of dust and 
rustled a few leaves, but otherwise, all was silent. 
By late afternoon the sun had dropped below the 
bottom-most tree branches, and the man's face 
was in the direct sunlight. When it became unbearably 
hot, he awoke with a start, forgetting where he 
was, not fully aware if he was dreaming or awake. 
A layer of dust had become caked in perspiration 
on his face; he felt sticky and his skin was taut on 
his wiry frame. Getting up slowly, making as few 
movements as possible, he cautiously removed his 
hat and brushed himself off. 

Stopping for a moment to fully expand his lungs 
in an effort to wake up, he was overwhelmed by the 
deafening silence of the prairie; as he pondered 
this wordless appeal, pangs of guilt began to turn his 
stomach, to graw relentlessly at his guts. Turning 
slowly, his eyes followed the line where prairie joined 
sky, where his world ended and another began. 
From his previous uneasiness grew the ever increasing 
fear that he was alone — that haunting possibility 
that only he existed. Quickly turning about, as if 
half expecting to find someone behind him, he 
moved to the door of the cab and jumped in, reaching 
to turn the key. But it was not in the ignition; 
and his pockets were empty. He ran to the tree and 
picked wildly through the bits of dirt and grass; 
suddenly he remembered. Pulling himself together 
he walked deliberately to the trailer and vaulted up. 
Groping for the ignition, his fingers trembled, 
and with some difficulty he managed to withdraw 
the keys. Finding his way into the cab, he fumbled — 
his fingers fearful — but at last the key found its 
way into the ignition. He turned and immediately 
the engine caught. With gears grinding hastily, 
he circled, returned to the road, and headed for 
that unseen point on the horizon. He stomped 
savagely on the accelerator, the tractor straining 
dangerously on its chains as the trailer careened 
from side to side. 


Before long, the winding black ribbon of highway 
loomed ahead. He had known it would be there, 
but a stifled sigh of relief escaped him nonetheless. 
He turned right, framing the reddening sky of the 
setting sun in his right window. With the highway 
omnipotent beneath him and the surging vehicle at 
his command, he sensed but failed to identify the 
absurd inconsistency of machine and nature. 
Uncertain, but somewhat restored, his sullen 
countenance was brightened by the sky's evening 
redness and faint traces of a smile. Inexplicably 
he was seized by a sense of power that he was hard 
put to justify. As a car came over a hill, the 
drone of its engine steadily increased in intensity, 
until as the two vehicles passed each other the sound 
dioppcd off aitogetner. Recalling the fear to which 
he had so easily succumbed, he spat contemptuously 
out the window and settled comfortably into his seat. 

In the distance a small town sprawled ambitiously, 
almost pretentiously, across a portion of the great 
prairie. As he approached, he was gradually able to 
discern individual structures from the shapeless 
mass, and quite suddenly he was among them. 
Pulling into a large truckyard on the far side of town, 
he rolled to a halt. As he stepped out he allowed 
himself, for a few brief intoxicating moments, to 
become totally immersed in the deep cool evening. 
Slamming the door a bit harder than was perhaps 
necessary he sauntered blithely toward the office to 
return the keys and perhaps talk awhile with the 
boss. He was happy. 

"Where in hell'vc you been?'' 

"Jes' gettin' the tractor from that ol' worked 
out farm we ain't usin' anymore." 

"Yeah, but you been gone all day. Sure as hell 
wouldn't take near as long as that." 

"Well, to tell the truth, I fell 'sleep under that 
big ol' tree." 

"Fell 'sleep 'e says. Christ-almighty, I'm tryin' 
ta make some money an' he goddam falls asleep. 
Haven't you got no sense? Can't you see that 
wastin' time wastes money? An' my money, too. 

If you're gonna drag ass alia time you can jest 
get the hell out." 

"Take it easy. I'll be awright . . . jes' a little 
tired today. I'll be awright tomorrow." 

"Sure as hell better be. 
Now git outa here." 

"Yeah, boss . . . jes' a little tired today, thass all; 
nothin' to worry about." 

He left the office somewhat amused, but, at 
the same time, he was puzzled. His brow heavy 
with thought, he stopped. As he watched the first 
stars appearing, suddenly he knew. Turning around, 
he poked his head through the screen door. 

"Shut the goddam door. You're 
lettin' the flies in." 

"I'm quittin'." 

"You goddam sonuvabitch, what the hell is 
that s'posed to mean?" 

"Jes' what I said." 

"You got no money comin' to ya, then; 
I tol' ya when I hired ya . . . " 

"I'm leavin' tomorrow." 

"Well, then git goin'; flies is gettin' in." 

He let the door slam loudly, and behind him 
he heard muffled cursing. Grinning, he walked 
to the bunk house, entered and sat down in his 
room. None of the other men were there; they had 
all gone to perform various deeds, and inevitably, 
misdeeds, for the benefit of the local townfolk. 
Getting up, he folded his blanket once, twice 
lengthwise, and placing his other change of clothes, 
a couple of books and a few stray personal belongings 
at one end, he proceeded to roll it up. Slipping on 
an elbow-worn blue denim jacket, he left, belongings 
under arm. At the side of the road he looked first 
south through the clutter of buildings, and then 
north; with resolve he chose the latter, irresistibly 
beckoned by a life unlived. Secure in his being, 
he set out into the blackness. 

Headlights pierced the darkness behind him 
and he stepped halfway onto the highway, his thumb 

out. The roar of the approaching transport increased 
until, as it passed, the sound was again no more. 
He stood expectantly still, and presently his face 
was furiously whipped by a whirling cloud of dust 
and sand churned up by the passing truck. Swearing 
under his breath he continued on his way. 
Fascinated by the sounds of night, he listened 
closely trying to distinguish individual sounds and 
their respective owners. Sudenly he was interrupted 
by a new sound, that of an approaching truck. 
As its headlights appeared over a small rise, he 
stuck out his thumb and smiled, genuinely happy at 
the prospect of being extended a kindness from a 
fellow being. The truck roared by, and as the solitary 
traveller turned to walk he heard, unmistakably, 

a powerful engine down-shifting. About half a mile 
down the road the red tail lights stopped, suddenly 
growing as the truck backed up, almost apologetically. 

"Sorry, fella; didn't even see you 'till the last 

"Oh, thass awright. Hell, I was jes' gettin' 
to thinkin' that a ride would come in mighty 
handy aroun' now." 

"Where you headed?" 


There was a roar as the truck hurtled down the 
highway once more, but in a few moments quiet 
solemnity had again enshrouded the darkness. 

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Albert, Andrew 
Apostolides, John 

Ardill, David 

Artiss, Scott 

Asselman, Philip 

Atkins, John 

Atkinson, Christopher 

Barakett, Marc 

Barden, David 

Barre, Luc 

Berwick, Aird 
Bedard, Mark 
Bey, Tass 

Boiteau, Daniel 

Bonser, Peter 
Bowden, William 
Bowie, George 
Bremner, Dean 
Brooke, Peter 

Busse, Henri 

Clermont, Pierre 

Cloutier, Derek 

Cote, Denis 

Courey, David 

Cross, Steven 
Davies, Lyall 

Dixon, Michael 

P.O. Box 1136, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

420 Graham Boulevard, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

Montreal 304, P. Que. 

Box 249, 

Kingston 8, Jamaica 

3019 Kalakava Ave., 

Apt. 12, Honolulu, Hawaii 

3450 King Edward Drive, 

Montreal 262, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 2187, 

Jeddah, Saudi Arabia 

129 Tylee Road, 

Rosemere, P. Que. 

2425 Laviolette Boulevard, 

Trois-Rivieres, P. Que. 

5654 Queen Mary Road, 


Montreal 254, P. Que. 

1 Harrow Place, 

Beaconsfield, Place, 

P. Que. 

300 Lansdowne Avenue, 

Westmount 215, P. Que. 

Bisnop's College School, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

746 Upper Lansdowne Avenue, 

Westmount 217, 

Montreal, P. Que. 

861 Bellevue, 

St. Foy, Quebec 10, 

P. Que. 

247 Du Marquis Street, 

Tracy, P. Que. 

926 Coulomb Street, 

Arvida, P. Que. 

96 Eardley Road, 

Aylmer, P. Que. 

3 Hudson Avenue, 

Westmount, P. Que. 

7 Holtham Road, 


Montreal 254, P. Que. 

177 Lakeshore Road, 

Pointe Claire, P. Que. 

236 Simcoe Avenue, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

Montreal 305, P. Que. 

3940 Cote des Neiges Rd., 

Montreal 109, P. Que. 

2350 Des Cascades, 

Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

5041 Notre Dame Street, 


P. Que. 

3065 Glencoe Avenue, 

Montreal, P. Que. 

374 Mimosa Avenue, 


Pointe Claire, P. Que. 

61 Pine Avenue, 

Hudson, P. Que. 

Dunn, Peter 
Dupuy, Louis-Paul 
Duquet, Jean-Paul 
Dussault, Pierre 
Duval, Bernard 

Eddy, Richard 
Evans, Alan 

Farakuki, Bill 
Francis, John 
Fraser, Scott 
Fray, Brian 

Frosst, Myles 

Fuller, Jamie 
Fuller, David 

Gafers, John 
Gale, John 

Gauvin, Marc 

Ghans, Wayne 

Gilbert, Scott 

Gilchrist, Alan 

Gillis, Jere 

Glass, Richard 

Goodfellow, Charles 

Graham, Andrew 

Graham, Boyd 
Graham, Anthony 

185 Vimy Street, 
Sherbrooke, P. Que. 
426 Mercille Avenue, 
St. Lambert, Que. 
3560 Atwater Avenue, 
Montreal 109, P. Que. 
606 des Pins, 
Magog, P. Que. 
23 Fernlea Crescent, 
Town of Mount Royal 

P.O. Box 270, 

Bathurst, New Brunswick 

Bishop's College School, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

4277 De Maisonneuve Blvd. W., 

Montreal 215, P. Que. 

3120 Daulac Road, 

Montreal 217, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 164, 

Piedmont, P. Que. 

755 Montpelier, 

Apartment 906, 

Ville St. Laurent, P. Que. 

80 Celtic Drive, 

Beaconsfield 870, 

P. Que. 

457 Argyle Avenue, 

Montreal 217, P. Que. 

17 Park Avenue, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

93-43 Seventy-First Drive, 

Forest Hills, New York, 

11375, U.S.A. 

c/o Alcan (U.K.) Limited, 

P.O. Box 6, 


Northumberland, England 

Canadian Embassy, 

4 Ghennadiou Street, 

Athens 140, GREECE 

2206 Beverley Road, 

Brooklyn, New York 11226 


11 Carillon Street, 

Dollard des Ormeaux, 

Roxboro 970, P. Que. 

c/o Acres Canadian Bechtel, 

Churchill Falls, Labrador 

1381 Athlone Road, 

Montreal 305, P. Que. 


P. Que. 

364 Lakeshore Road, 

Ville de Lery, P. Que. 

492 Strathcona Avenue, 

Westmount, Montreal 217, 

P. Que. 

702 Upper Roslyn Avenue, 

Montreal 217, P. Que. 

1550 McGregor Avenue, 

Apartment PH-1, 

Montreal 109, P. Que. 


Graham, Stephen 
Graul, Robert 
Guy, Wayne 

Hallward, Graham 
Hamel, Phillippe 

Harrison, Lee 

Haskell, Richard 
Hibbard, Jamie 

Hodgson, Randy 
Horner, David 
Horricks, Bill 
Hsi, Richard 

Hucl, Pierre 

llsley, Robert 
Jacobson, Howard 

Jarjour, Peter 
Jervis-Read, Timothy 

Kerson, Harlan 
Kirkwood, Thomas 

Kirschbaum, Alain 

Kredl, Larry 

Laframboise, Pete 
Lalonde, Daniel 

Lam, Sydney 

Langill, Robert 
Large, Ross 

579 Rockhill Crescent, 

Beaconsfield, Que. 

18 Forest Heights Blvd., 

Willowdale, Ontario 

2030 Grey Ave., Westmount, 

Montreal 261, P. Que. 

3118 Daulac Road, 

Montreal 218, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 70, 

Warren Street, 

Knowlton, P. Que. 

194 Sherwood Road, 


Ste. Anne de Bellevue 880, 

P. Que. 

13503 - 81st Avenue, 

Edmonton, Alberta 

20038 Lakeshore Road, 

Baie d'Urfe, 

P. Que. 

68 Rosemount Crescent, 

Westmount, P. Que. 

65 Longworth Avenue, 

Truro, Nova Scotia 

42 Beckler Avenue, 

La Tuque, P. Que. 

No. 1 Maramar Villa, 

9th Floor, Stubbs Road, 

Hong Kong 

c/o Air Canada, 

Hotel Metropole, Room 383, 

Moscow, USSR 

172 Juniper Street, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 
5764 Smart Avenue, 
Cote St. Luc, 
Montreal 268, P. Que. 

1822 Norway Road, 
Montreal 306, P. Que. 
Box 721, 
Lennoxville, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 9, 

Ste. Marguerite Station, 

P. Que. 

563 Lakeshore Road, 


Ste. Anne de Bellevue 870, 

P. Que. 

3456 Carre Rochon, 

St. Foy, Quebec 10, 

P. Que. 

290 Sommerva! Gardens, 

Pointe Claire, P. Que. 

82 Oakland Drive, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

Apartment 1601, 

4998 de Maisonneuve Blvd. W., 

Westmount, Montreal 215, 

P. Que. 

5D Victory Avenue, 

Sixth Floor, Kowloon, 

Hong Kong 

404 Stream Avenue, 

Dorval, P. Que. 

Bishop's College School, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

LaRiva, Carlos 

Law, Clive 

Lawee, Philip 

Lefebvre, Michel 

Leger, Paul 

Lewin, Nicky 

Lewis, Simon 

Lightfine, Dickon 

Lomasney, Nicholas 

Lunney, Stephen 

Lynch, Thomas 

McConnell, Fraser 

McDonagh, David 
McGee, Gordon 
McGuire, Richard 

Mcintosh, Rick 

McQuade, Charles 

Magor, Graeme 

Marchuk, Peter 

Matson, Kevin 

Medland, Michael 

Mein, Bruce 

Messier, Brian 

Michel, Mark 

Miller, Ian 
Monk, Alan 

P.O. Box 6119, 

Congresso de la Republica, 

Caracas, Venezuela 

4815 Wilson Avenue, 

Montreal 253, P. Que. 

694 Aberdeen Avenue, 

Westmount, Montreal 217, 

P. Que. 

511 Abelard, Apartment 204, 

Montreal 201, P. Que. 

2292 Rockland Road, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

P. Que. 

P.O. Box 86, 

Piedmont, P. Que. 

28 Woodlawn Ave., 

Toronto, Ontario 

Derby Road, 

Wayne, Illinois, 

USA 60184 

Frost Mill Road, 

Mill Neck, N.Y. 11765 


R.R. No. 2, 

Redhead, Saint John, 

New Brunswick 

440 Marlatt Street, 

Montreal 378, 

P. Que. 

P.O. Box 550, 

Porto Bello, 

Montego Bay, Jamaica 

West Indies 

4556 - 7th Street, 

Chomedey, P. Que. 

2875 Seaview Road, 

Victoria, B.C. 

207 Calais Drive, 

Baie d'Urfe, 

Ste. Anne de Bellevue 850, 

P. Que. 

2314 Ridgecrest Place, 

Ottawa 8, Ontario 

50 Lakeshore Road, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

322 Stanstead Crescent, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

P. Que. 

P.O. Box 659, 

Hudson, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 1215, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

27 Belvidere Street, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

99 Brittanny Ave., 

Montreal 304, P. Que. 

2130 Fradet Street, 

Drummondville South, 

P. Que. 

7 Roselawn Crescent, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

Montreal 304, P. Que. 

R.R. No. 2, 

West Brome, P. Que. 

No. 1 Crescent Road, 

Granby, P. Que. 


Moroles-Bello, David 

Morris, Michael 
Mulherin, Stephen 
Murchison, David 

Murphy, Russell 

Murphy, David 

Murray, Ricky 

Norwood, Tobias 
Notman, Hugh 

Ostrom, Peter 

Park, Derek 

Patterson, Peter 

Peniston, Charles 

Petersen, Ben 

Pollock, Bruce 

Pollock, Richard 

Ponder, Charles 
Price, Timothy 

Reardon, Kenneth 

Rich, Peter 
Ritchie, Bruce 
Roberts, David 
Robinson, Neil 
Romer, Mark 

Ross, Tony 
Rossy, Bruce 

Salt, Brenton 

Edificio Santa Maria, 

Oficino 4, 

Torre A Veroes, 

Caracas, Venezuela 

706 Desnoyers Street, 

Montreal 207, P. Que. 

184 Oriole Avenue, 

Rosemere, P. Que. 

Rua Joaquim, Nabuco 154, 

Apartment 102, 

Rio de Janeiro, GB, Brazil 

70 St. Louis Avenue, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

Apartment 1601, 

4998 de Maisonneuve Blvd., 


Montreal 215, P. Que. 

807 Upper Belmont Avenue, 

Montreal 217, P. Que. 

5970 Emscotte Drive, 
Halifax, Nova Scotia 
4300 de Maisonneuve Blvd., 
Apartment 101, 
Montreal, P. Que. 

302 Chemin du Bois, 
Box 189, 

Piedmont, P. Que. 
Co. Terrebonne 

116-66 Park Lane South, 

Kew Gardens, N.Y. 11418, 


80 Heritage Road, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

P.O. Box 1396, 

Port Cartier, P. Que. 

77 Jasper Road, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

510 Lakeshore Road, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

305 Laird Boulevard, 

Town of Mount Royal, 

Montreal 1305, P. Que. 

86 Grey Street, 

Fredericton, N.B. 

4449 Montrose Avenue, 

Montreal 217, P. Que. 

42 Sunnyside Avenue, 

Westmount, Montreal 217, 

P. Que. 

St. Armand, 

P. Que. 

123 Francois Rive, 

Nun's Island, 

Montreal 201, Que. 

Bromont, P. Que. 

Palisadoes Airpoit, 

Kingston, Jamaica 

122 Blondin Street, 

Ste. Adele-en-bas, 

P. Que. 

1125 Dominion Avenue, 

Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

10955 James Morrice Street, 

Montreal, P. Que. 

267 Victoria Street, 
Thurso, P. Que. 

Sayer, David 

Scott, Ian 
Scott, William 
Serventi, Joseph 
Seveigny, Frank 
Sewell, Brian 
Shupe, Michael 
Simpkin, Charles 
Simkovits, Harvey 

Singer, Steven 
Singleton, Peter 
Smith, Peter 

Smith, Lanny 
Smith, Robbie 
Smith, Kelly 

Snyder, Brent 

Sparrow, Curtis 

Speth, Ranier 


Stairs, Denis 

Stairs, Alan 

Stenason, David 

Stephen, Mark 

Stewart, Guthrie 

Stewart-Patterson, Christopher 

Stoker, Dacre 
Taboika, Victor 
Tardi, Frank 
Thatcher, James 

3555 Atwater Avenue, 
Apartment 404, 
Montreal, P. Que. 
551 Merry Street South, 
Magog, P. Que. 
770 Pine Avenue, 
Bathurst, New Brunswick 
7291 - 19th Avenue, 
Montreal 453, P. Que. 
213 Alfred Street, 
Thetford Mines, P. Que. 
6 de Bienville Avenue, 
Baie Comeau, P. Que. 
21 Madsen Avenue, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 
54 Finchley Road, 
Hampstead 254, P. Que. 
Montreal Phono Company, 
4000 St. Patrick Street, 
Montreal, P. Que. 
1241 Fletcher Avenue, 
Chomedy, Laval, P. Que. 
1061 Des Rochers Street, 
Sherbrooke, P. Que. 
5700 Queen Mary Road, 
Hampstead, Montreal 254, 
P. Que. 

362 Alfred Street, 
Thetford Mines, 
Beaudesert, Paget, 
Apartment 104, 
519 De Gaspe Street, 
Nun's Island, 
Montreal 201, P. Que. 
645 Graham Boulevard, 
Town of Mount Royal, 
Montreal 304, P. Que. 
41 11 - 117th Street, 
Edmonton, Alberta 
1 045 Moncton Avenue, 
Quebec 6, P. Que. 

1385 Gordon Avenue, 
Peterborough, Ontario 
765 Lexington Avenue, 
Westmount, Montreal, 
P. Que. 

316 Pinetree Crescent, 
Beaconsfield, P. Que. 
P.O. Box N7789, 
Nassau, N.P., Bermuda 
P.O. Box 997, 

39 Church Street, 
Lennoxville, P. Que. 
Chateau Apartments, 

1321 Sherbrooke St. West, 
Apartment C-20, 
Montreal 109, P. Que. 

40 Forden Crescent, 
Westmount, P. Que. 

Moulton Hill, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

439 Stannock Avenue, T.M.R., 

Montreal 304, P. Que. 

"Pedregal" Tamarind Vale, 

Warwick Bermuda 


Th raves, David 

Box 646, Sackville, 

New Brunswick 

Thomson, Graeme 

30 Gables Court, 

Beaconsfield, P. Que. 

Tinari, Paul 

4998 de Maisonneuve Blvd. W. 

Apartment 1216, Westmount, 

Montreal 215, P. Que. 

Toothe, Patrick 

P.O. Box 4518, 

Nassau, Bahamas 

Tsai, Robert 

Flat D-l, Summit Court, 

10th Floor, 

156 Tin Hau Temple Rd., 

Hong Kong 

Vaughan, Richard 

Pleasant Valley, 


Cambridge, Vermont, 

USA — 05444 

Vineberg, David 

1565 Dominion Avenue, 

Sherbrooke, P. Que. 

White, Robert 

24 Princess Avenue, 

Willowdale, Ontario 

White, John 

188 Westmount Blvd., 

Moncton, New Brunswick 

Winterson, Gregg 

79 Les Chenaux, 

Vaudreuil, P. Que. 

Woiatsek, Andrew 

23 Speid Street, 

Lennoxville, P. Que. 

Wolvin, Roy 

42 Senneville Road, 

Senneville, P. Que. 

Ste. Anne de Bellevue 830 

Wilmer, Philip 

115 Hawthorne Drive, 


Baie d'Urfe, 

Ste. Anne de Bellevue 850, 

P. Que. 

Wright, Michael 

610 Montgoermy Avenue, 

Riverview, Albert County, 

New Brunswick 

Yoon, Winston 

376 Touzin Avenue, 

Dorval, P. Que. 

Zinay, Michael 

4300 de Maisonneuve Blvd., 

Suite 132, 

Westmount, Montreal 215, 

P. Que. 









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